I face the day again

Against the window pane.

I remain your closest friend,

And wish you back again.

You wonder how I feel;

You think you've pushed too far.

If only you could see this pen

Scribbling down my heart.



I'll be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

But I'll be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

I'll run when I see you--

I'll meet you.



But still the days drag on.

Why did you decide to go?

Did you only need to see

What only time can show?



I'll be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

But I'll be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

I'll run when I see you.



And even if

You never do return,

Still I will have learned

How to love you better.



I'll be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

But I'll be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

I'll run to meet you.



I'll be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

I'll be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

I'll run to meet you.