| Song | Waiting For A Break |
| Artist | Day One |
| Album | Ordinary Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Said he was an actor | |
| Bit of a photographer | |
| But made his living out of laughter | |
| Which made him a comedian | |
| Waiting for his million | |
| That was soon coming | |
| But for now he was bumming | |
| He looked in the mirror | |
| Looking back at an era | |
| And finished up his brushstroke | |
| And laughing at a private joke | |
| He saw the self-hate | |
| In his self-portrait | |
| That would one day hang in the tate | |
| Next to a rembrandt | |
| But still couldn pay the rent-man | |
| He said he was a musician | |
| Who had this ambition | |
| For everyone to listen | |
| To his natural rhythm | |
| But for now he was chilling | |
| Just saying this : | |
| It a matter of time | |
| Before i get mine | |
| You could call it fate | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| He said he was a model | |
| But the only trouble | |
| Was he didn like the idea | |
| Of getting photographed in swimwear | |
| But he might try it next year | |
| He starting up a business | |
| Before next christmas | |
| 'cause he worked better on his own | |
| With a mobile phone | |
| But still waiting for the bank loan | |
| He said he was a worker | |
| That suffered from inertia | |
| A real soul searcher | |
| That had no religion | |
| But still went to confession | |
| He says he is a free spirit | |
| Though he doesn appear it | |
| Living in a bedsit | |
| With no fire exit | |
| Waiting for a giro cheque | |
| That soon coming | |
| But for now he bumming | |
| Just saying this : | |
| It a matter of time | |
| Before i get mine | |
| You could call it fate | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| Let me tell you this story | |
| Over the drink you brought me | |
| You see | |
| I an actor | |
| Bit of a photographer | |
| But make my living out of laughter | |
| Which makes me a comedian | |
| Waiting for my million | |
| That soon coming |
| Said he was an actor | |
| Bit of a photographer | |
| But made his living out of laughter | |
| Which made him a comedian | |
| Waiting for his million | |
| That was soon coming | |
| But for now he was bumming | |
| He looked in the mirror | |
| Looking back at an era | |
| And finished up his brushstroke | |
| And laughing at a private joke | |
| He saw the selfhate | |
| In his selfportrait | |
| That would one day hang in the tate | |
| Next to a rembrandt | |
| But still couldn pay the rentman | |
| He said he was a musician | |
| Who had this ambition | |
| For everyone to listen | |
| To his natural rhythm | |
| But for now he was chilling | |
| Just saying this : | |
| It a matter of time | |
| Before i get mine | |
| You could call it fate | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| He said he was a model | |
| But the only trouble | |
| Was he didn like the idea | |
| Of getting photographed in swimwear | |
| But he might try it next year | |
| He starting up a business | |
| Before next christmas | |
| ' cause he worked better on his own | |
| With a mobile phone | |
| But still waiting for the bank loan | |
| He said he was a worker | |
| That suffered from inertia | |
| A real soul searcher | |
| That had no religion | |
| But still went to confession | |
| He says he is a free spirit | |
| Though he doesn appear it | |
| Living in a bedsit | |
| With no fire exit | |
| Waiting for a giro cheque | |
| That soon coming | |
| But for now he bumming | |
| Just saying this : | |
| It a matter of time | |
| Before i get mine | |
| You could call it fate | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| Let me tell you this story | |
| Over the drink you brought me | |
| You see | |
| I an actor | |
| Bit of a photographer | |
| But make my living out of laughter | |
| Which makes me a comedian | |
| Waiting for my million | |
| That soon coming |
| Said he was an actor | |
| Bit of a photographer | |
| But made his living out of laughter | |
| Which made him a comedian | |
| Waiting for his million | |
| That was soon coming | |
| But for now he was bumming | |
| He looked in the mirror | |
| Looking back at an era | |
| And finished up his brushstroke | |
| And laughing at a private joke | |
| He saw the selfhate | |
| In his selfportrait | |
| That would one day hang in the tate | |
| Next to a rembrandt | |
| But still couldn pay the rentman | |
| He said he was a musician | |
| Who had this ambition | |
| For everyone to listen | |
| To his natural rhythm | |
| But for now he was chilling | |
| Just saying this : | |
| It a matter of time | |
| Before i get mine | |
| You could call it fate | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| He said he was a model | |
| But the only trouble | |
| Was he didn like the idea | |
| Of getting photographed in swimwear | |
| But he might try it next year | |
| He starting up a business | |
| Before next christmas | |
| ' cause he worked better on his own | |
| With a mobile phone | |
| But still waiting for the bank loan | |
| He said he was a worker | |
| That suffered from inertia | |
| A real soul searcher | |
| That had no religion | |
| But still went to confession | |
| He says he is a free spirit | |
| Though he doesn appear it | |
| Living in a bedsit | |
| With no fire exit | |
| Waiting for a giro cheque | |
| That soon coming | |
| But for now he bumming | |
| Just saying this : | |
| It a matter of time | |
| Before i get mine | |
| You could call it fate | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| I just waiting for my break | |
| Let me tell you this story | |
| Over the drink you brought me | |
| You see | |
| I an actor | |
| Bit of a photographer | |
| But make my living out of laughter | |
| Which makes me a comedian | |
| Waiting for my million | |
| That soon coming |