Writing the lines as they come to me
Scratching them out almost immediately
Don't know what it's done to me.
Well, it's cold, it's wet and it's been raining all night
And there's a letter I've been trying to write
Something better waiting somewhere for me.
One of them is sitting on the wrong coast
One awaits an answer by return post
Waiting, waiting (waiting)...
Try to remember how long it's been
When there was more to us then paper and pen
Think how easy it is to conceal.
And I know when we're together again
We'll be strangers for an hour and then
We'll have to figure out if this thing is real.
And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast
One awaits an answer by return post
Waiting, waiting (waiting)...
Cold and wet and rain all night
There's a letter I gotta write
Something better is waiting for me.
One of them is sitting on the east coast
One awaits an answer by return post
Waiting, waiting (waiting)...
And take a drink and staring out the window
Wondering how long this can continue
Waiting, waiting...
