there's a telephone smile and it's begging me so 
 to pack all my things and make this long journey home 
 there's a dark icy road and there's a man on tv 
 and he's talking so fast about the reasons why I can't leave 
 
 there's a bottle of beer on a bus driver's mind 
 there's a time and a place and he's eager to find 
 there's a waitress' birthday on the second of June 
 and it's taking forever for her to turn twenty-two 
 
 there's a saying in my mind I've heard it before 
 they're the kind of words that you start to ignore 
 it's less of a truth than a question of time 
 that good things come to those who wait 
 
 so how long will I wait?