Song: Waiting

I couldn't help but hear the whisper
Of the song we could have sung.
And I couldn't help but see the shadow
Of the art we could have made.

I couldn't help but notice how
The world without you fades.
And I couldn't help but let my tears
Fall to the wooden floor.

Because I'm still waiting
I'm still watching
I'm still staring through a window
Down a road you'll never drive.

I'm still looking
And I'm still hoping
I'm still waiting for the knocker
On a door you'll never touch. 

I couldn't help but notice that
I'm getting older now.
My hair goes grey, wrinkles come
While I wait for you here.

I couldn't help but see the signs
Of a lost and lonely mind.
I couldn't help but think of
The little things you did. 

Because I'm still waiting
I'm still watching
I'm still staring through a window
Down a road you'll never drive.

I'm still looking
And I'm still hoping
I'm still waiting for the knocker
On a door you'll never touch. 

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