I Would Have Waited Here All Day
There are dishes in the sink this morning
They remind me of a dream
There are coffee cups and empty glasses
I laid next to a wet sponge
I casually accept the image
As something that I've seen
I'm cooking breakfast
You're on my radio
You're dripping wet from a midday shower
Soon you'll be drying off your dick
I want to be romantic about it
But there's really not much more to it
I slip into the clothes that you bought me
And I pull on my new boots
I wait for you to call
On your way home from work
I'm saving up my moments
For the next time that we meet
You're cherry red, I'm a kick in the head
And for this, I thought I would probably receive
The afternoon is a study in stagnation
Seems I haven't moved an inch
I guess it stems from a form of frustration
And how we never get enough
I check my watch and I scratch my head
And I walk out on the deck
I reach into my pocket book
And I light my last cigarette
I'm saving up my moments
For the next time that we meet
You're cherry red, I'm a kick in the head
And for this, I thought you would probably receive
My favorite hour of any day
Is the one before you get home
A fading sense of anticipation
Is something I've come to know
I do not doubt and we will wait it out
I would have waited here all day
You pull around the corner
And you park in my driveway
You pull around the corner
It's been a lousy day
They remind me of a dream
There are coffee cups and empty glasses
I laid next to a wet sponge
I casually accept the image
As something that I've seen
I'm cooking breakfast
You're on my radio
You're dripping wet from a midday shower
Soon you'll be drying off your dick
I want to be romantic about it
But there's really not much more to it
I slip into the clothes that you bought me
And I pull on my new boots
I wait for you to call
On your way home from work
I'm saving up my moments
For the next time that we meet
You're cherry red, I'm a kick in the head
And for this, I thought I would probably receive
The afternoon is a study in stagnation
Seems I haven't moved an inch
I guess it stems from a form of frustration
And how we never get enough
I check my watch and I scratch my head
And I walk out on the deck
I reach into my pocket book
And I light my last cigarette
I'm saving up my moments
For the next time that we meet
You're cherry red, I'm a kick in the head
And for this, I thought you would probably receive
My favorite hour of any day
Is the one before you get home
A fading sense of anticipation
Is something I've come to know
I do not doubt and we will wait it out
I would have waited here all day
You pull around the corner
And you park in my driveway
You pull around the corner
It's been a lousy day
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Writer(s): Kurt F. Wagner
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