From the recording Chase You
Lyrics
A little blue house on a tree lined street.
A small wood porch with a swing-chair and you in your barefeet. Waiting.
You walk through the yard in a path made of dirt.
In a white t-shirt as a young girl clings to your long skirt. You’re waiting.
Waiting for the weekend to drive it away.
Waiting for a reason to leave here today.
Waiting ‘til I gather the courage inside me and ask you to stay.
Even though I know it’d be wrong to tell you.
Even if it’s just for myself.
Don’t think I could ever imagine you waiting for somebody else.
Your hands on the fence, eyes on the street.
Boys in the road playing baseball and you in your barefeet. Waiting.
Checking the mail, reading your books.
Ironing your shirt in your stockings, and stealing your sad looks. You’re waiting.
Waiting for the weekend to drive it away.
Waiting for a reason to leave here today.
Waiting ‘til I gather the courage inside me and ask you to stay.
Even though I know it’d be wrong to tell you.
Even if it’s just for myself.
Don’t think I could ever imagine you waiting for somebody else.