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I face the day again
Against the window pane.
I remain your closest friend,
And wish you back again.
You wonder how i feel;
You think youve pushed too far.
If only you could see this pen
Scribbling down my heart.
Ill be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
But ill be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
Ill run when i see you--
Ill meet you.
But still the days drag on.
Why did you decide to go?
Did you only need to see
What only time can show?
Ill be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
But ill be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
Ill run when i see you.
And even if
You never do return,
Still i will have learned
How to love you better.
Ill be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
But ill be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
Ill run to meet you.
Ill be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
Ill be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
Ill run to meet you.