Quebec Echo - Living Novel Lyrics

So I've landed in a muddle
And my jacket's in a puddle
See it's folly treading softly on a man that's lying down
While he's waiting for you to come around

I've been living in a novel
I've been sleeping with a shovel
And the holes I dig get deeper but it's cozy underground
While I'm waiting for you to come around

One day I'll write an ode to joy
'Til then to you I'm just a boy

When the Rockets call the huddle
Or when Houston calls the shuttle
It's a miscommunication and the reason will be found
I'll be waiting for you to come around
I'll be waiting for you to come around
I'll be waiting for you to come around