Living Novel

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