Writing the lines as they come to me

Scratching them out almost immediately

Don't know what it's done to me.



Well, it's cold, it's wet and 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 (waiting)...



Try to remember how long it's been

When there was more to us then 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.



And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast

One awaits an answer by return post

Waiting, waiting (waiting)...



Cold and wet and rain all night

There's a letter I gotta write

Something better is waiting for me.



One of them is sitting on the east coast

One awaits an answer by return post

Waiting, waiting (waiting)...



And take a drink and staring out the window

Wondering how long this can continue

Waiting, waiting...