we met up young that morning and we held hands in the park,
waiting on the sun to rise.
i asked you out that wednesday, and you turned to me, "OK".
six o' clock we danced around that town,
waiting on the stars to shine.
the strange thing is they never did.
the city scape and cloudy skies an odd backdrop
to a tiny bit of happiness.
we have our own homes where we live alone.
i still had you home by nine,
waiting on a tomorrow with you.
