Common man, six foot tall he stands
Waiting on his date to some company party in France
And she’s late, the boss man said a quarter till eight
And as nine rolled around at his watch
He’s looking down, the ticking fate
Oh the funny thing about love is it makes you wait
He wore his good shoes, now he’s walking them home
With the homesick blues
Feeling like he fucked up, it’s all right he’ll get back up
Because he chooses to
His over-coat, speckled with snow he walks alone
Just then he turns his head and sees a girl
Of which they said the poets wrote
Don’t hesitate my dear, don’t wait put it all on the line
I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I’m slipping down your spine
I will wait my dear till I’m dead or the end of my time
Or you let me know you’re mine
He went insane, oh the thoughts or her tortured his brain
So he re-traced his steps so he would not forget where he’d been
But she was gone, just the scent of her lingered on
So he lived all of his days with his head stuck in a maze half stoned
Don’t hesitate my dear, don’t wait put it all on the line
I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I’m slipping down your spine
I will wait my dear till I’m dead or the end of my time
Or you let me know you’re mine
Or you let me know you’re mine
