Wait

La, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

She was born in April 1783
The only daughter of a lawyer in a little town that skirted the sea
She showed her mother's beauty
And when she caught his eye
He was taken by her innocence it'd only be a matter of time

But then one day a cold wind blew and
she took ill and wouldn't make it long
And all that he could do was sit and
wonder how something so right could go so wrong

And before she died he told her that he loved her
He said I know we'll be together sometime soon
He said I don't believe in heaven as he brushed his tears aside
And he added just before he closed her eyes
If you think that this was good
Wait until the next life

It was a Friday 1983
He was a parking lot attendant in a little town in North Tennessee
A car approaching
And when they met eyes
They sort of smiled at one another
for a while but they didn't know why

Then something made her shudder like
a butterfly set free from her cocoon
A flash of indistinguishable moments shared in rainy afternoons

They were married on the second day of summer
Watched the beauty turn to wrinkles over time
And before he died she told him that she loved him
And it was when she said these words he realized
If you think that this was good
Wait until the next life

So if you feel like you have known someone forever
Don't just walk away and spend the night alone
Because it could be someone far behind your future
Waiting for their heart to come back home

And if you think that this was good
Wait until the next life