I've been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show
I've been listening to the sirens and the radio
He said he'd be over three hours ago
I've been waiting for his car on the hill
He makes friends easy
He's not like me
I watch for judgement anxiously
Now where in the city can that boy be
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill

He's a real good talker I think he's friend
Fast [bad word] screaming around the bend 
But there's still no buzzer 
They roll on
And I'm waiting for his car on the hill 
It always seems so righteous at the start 
When there's so much laughter 
When there's so much spark 
When there's so much sweetness in the dark
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill