Writing the lines as they come to me

Scratching them out almost immediately

Don't know what it's done to me



It's cold and it's wet it's been raining all night

And there's a letter I've been trying to write

Something better waiting somewhere for me



One of them is sitting on the wrong coast

One awaits an answer by return post

Waiting, waiting



Try to remember how long it's been

There was more to us than paper and pen

Think how easy it is to conceal



And I know when we're together again

We'll be strangers for an hour and then

We'll have to figure out if this thing is real



One of them is sitting on the East coast

One awaits an answer by return post

Waiting, waiting



Take a drink and staring out the window

Wondering how long this can continue

Waiting, waiting