Richard Bryant

I waited for you last Thursday

In the dark I sang a song

To an old hoot owl and he hooted right along

And I laughed out loud

But I guess you had to be there

I waited for you last Sunday

In the park, the pigeons and me

Then we all went to roost in a pin oak tree

We were a sight to see

But I guess you had to be there

I was counting on you to be there

I was counting the birds in the tree

What's so special about being nowhere?

Whatever it is I guess that's where you had to be

I waited for you late last night

Down on the lake haunted by loons

Acting crazy, crying at the moon

Just another night in June

But I guess you had to be there