like a poet waiting for the perfect ryhme
and the small town preacher waiting for a sign
I'm waiting for you to walk through that door
all in good time
like a tree thats waiting for the spring to come
and the birds are waiting the rising sun
I'm waiting for you, and your perfect smile
all in good time
But I can't wait anymore
I'm like a child with her nose against the doorstop
window
I can't wait anymore
for you to come home
I know
All in good time
uhh and your headlights dance on my window
Baby the sun is almost on the brink of rise
patience was never a virtue of mine
allthough they'll say
all in good time
But I can't wait anymore
I'm like a child with her nose against the doorstop
window
I can't wait anymore
for you to come home
I can't wait anymore
I'm like a child with her nose against the doorstop
window
I can't wait anymore
for you to come home
patience was never a virtue of mine
though they say
all in good time

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS