The Wait (Part II)

Too cold to call it summer anymore

They took down all the yellow lights at Market Street and 4th

I left the plastic furniture you put out in the shade under the porch

It's been raining every day now for a week

Flooded in the basement and I can't find the leak

You were always better fixing things around the house than you and me

I will wait for you

In neon streets alone

I will wait for you

And carry it like a stone

I will wait for you

Till you're ready to come home

Then halfway through the fall I broke your cup

The one you used for coffee you could never get enough

I went out and bought another and put it right back in its place beside the clock

And in December all the questions finally stopped

My friends came by while I was out and put your pictures in a box

But almost every night I hear the turning of your key inside the lock

I will wait for you

In neon streets alone

I will wait for you

And carry it like a stone

I will wait for you

Till you're ready to come home

It could be I am crazy I don't care

When the light comes streaming through that door I need to be there

Maybe love is just a reason to believe in something

I will wait for you

In neon streets alone

I will wait for you

And carry it like a stone

I will wait for you

Till you're ready to come home