I’m waiting here as long as it takes
or until you tell me to go home
I have made up my mind and it makes
me so sure and so scared of it all
as if the present weren’t hard enough
I’m tangled in my unknown future
and I’m trying so hard to be tough
in the face of taunting facelessness
no one to turn to, I turn to you
knowing you’re not going to answer
at least I'm not letting the hope through
the cloud cover I obscure you with
what would you think if you really knew
all I would give for you if I could?
perhaps you’ve already seen right through
what poor guise I’ve cobbled together
you’re taking it slow
but I just need to know
please dear, don’t go.
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