Writing out lines as they come to me Scratching them out almost immediately Don’t know what it’s done to me Well it’s cold it’s wet it’s been raining all night And there’s a letter I’ve been trying to write Something better waiting somewhere for me And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast One awaits an answer by return post Waiting waiting waiting Try to remember how long it’s been Since there was more to us than paper and pen Think how easy it is to conceive And I know when we’re together again We’ll be strangers for an hour and then We’ll have to figure out if this thing is real And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast One awaits an answer by return post Waiting waiting waiting (solo) Cold and wet and rain all night There’s a letter I’ve got to write Something better is waiting for me And one of them is sitting on the east coast One awaits an answer by return post Waiting waiting waiting Take a drink and staring out the window Wondering how long this can continue Waiting waiting