It's the same conversation we've had so long
And I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting
The radio station plays the same old song
But I'm still waiting

Me and Oprah Winfrey met for coffee
With St Augustine in Amsterdam
Last Thursday afternoon
She made conversation with such perfect calculation
While quietly I scribbled down this tune

She tried her best to have the best intentions
In as much as intentions can be
She wonders why do bad things have to happen
To good people like Stedman and me

[Chorus]

It's the same conversation we've had so long
But I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting
The radio station plays the same old song
But I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting

We began to psychoanalyze our opinions as they came to mind
She said she'd like to hear our point of view
She said, "I just do what my heart tells me to
If it feels right then it must be true
But wicked things are what wicked people do"

Now Augustine grew visibly uncomfortable
So she asked him if he disagreed
He said that no one ever thinks that they're the wicked ones
So just how honest do you think we can be

[Chorus]

It's the same conversation we've had so long
But I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting
The radio station plays the same old song
And I'm still waiting

I can tell myself that I'm fine, I'm okay
And imagine some self-centered secrets away
It's a cruel, cruel world I hear everyone say
But ain't it you and I who made it that way
Ain't it you and I who made it that way

[Chorus]

It's the same conversation we've had so long
But I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting
The radio station plays the same song
But I'm still waiting

It's the same conversation we've had so long
But I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting
The radio station plays the same old song
But I'm still waiting