The wait

We're waiting.
Waiting for a shoe to fall
waiting for someone to call
waiting for footsteps in the hall.
We're waiting.

No one knows what to do. 
Everything is overdue. 
Our years are slipping down the flue.
We're waiting. 

And when will all this waiting go?
When again will we know
Hustle bustle ebb and flow?
We're waiting.