Its a waiting game I feel myself living
I’m always waiting, my heart’s unforgiving
and the days pass ever so slowly now.
I wake up at three in the morning
thoughts of Rose and my heart’s hole yawning
thinking about all the ways that she loved me
and waiting … ever waiting for love’s return
After work in the evening’s sunshine
I’m driving home to an uneasy waiting time
and these empty afternoons, Lord, they get so long
every moment alone is an agony
I’ve got my son and he waits … he waits with me
for love to find me and make my heart whole
Between the wine and the mornings I wake up at three
I live at work so the waiting won’t bother me.
but sometime, sometime you’ve got to go home
Three women I know that that love and treasure me …
and when they’re here my waiting’s free
but the time they give me is all they can
they all belong to other men
So between these hours of love and the working days
I wait … and wait …
for the waiting to go away.
gallagher
15 jun 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —