Baby, I've been waiting...

I've been waiting night and day.

I didn't see the time...

and I waited half my life away.

There were lots of invitations,

and I know you sent me some...

but I was waiting...

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

I know you really loved me,

but, you see, my hands were tied.

I know it must have hurt you,

it must have hurt your pride...

to have to stand beneath my window

with your bugle and your drum,

and me I'm up there waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,

You wouldn't like it here.

There ain't no entertainment

and the judgements are severe.

The Maestro says it's Mozart

but it sounds like bubble gum

when you're waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle