Central Park Blues

Like a flower waiting to bloom

Like a light bulb in a dark room

I am here waitin' for you to come on home

And turn me on

Like the desert waitin' for rain

Like a school kid waitin' for spring

I am sittin' here waitin' for you to come on back home

And turn me on

My poor heart, it's been so dark

Since you've been gone

After all you're the one that turned me off

Now you're the only one that can turn me back on, uh

My hi-fi's waitin' for a new tune

And my glass is waitin' for some fresh ice cubes

I'm just sittin' here waitin' for you to come home

And turn me on