Looking out of my window, when

They’re coming I don’t know

Waiting for my visitor to come

I’m waiting for

My visitor to come home

I can’t see if they’re flying

I can’t see if they’re driving

Waiting for my visitor to come

I’m waiting for

My visitor to come home

Misty shapes on rainy days

Reminding me of someone’s face

Turns into a crease

Upon my own thinking

Hard about nothing

A silhouette of

Something looking like

My visitor will come

I’m waiting for

My visitor to come home

Music drapes

My rainy days

Reminding me of

Friendly places

Time is off my side

And in my hands

People may forget my name

I forget how long I’ve waited

When they get here

I can say I didn’t think

That you were coming

Then they’ll smile and say

Of course we were sipping drinks

And feasts alone

Reminding me of empty tables

Fit for kings of

Empty things like me






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