At Last - Jukebox the Ghost
He was a songwriter writing songs about a girl
She was a ghostwriter lying to the world
And in deep anticipation
Of a day that she had written
And by her own admission she'd be picked up kissed and twirled
He was a fearful boy  watchful of the earth  worried that it might split apart and he wouldn't hear it first
And he'd be caught in some position  like a broken old physician  and worst of all he feared that it would hurt
He's pouring his heart out  is nothing gonna come of that  So when can he finally say  at last  at last  at last  at last
Oh i thought you'd never ask
Oh  700 letters  she cataloged them all
Dated them and numbered them  and then hid them down below
She would always keep them  once a year she'd read them  each time she'd be thinking  somehow  he must know
She's pouring her heart out  is nothing gonna come of that  So when can she finally say  at last  at last  at last  at last  oh i thought you'd never ask
Outside of his apartment  the night was blanketed in mist  she stood looking up at his light and thinking what it meant
It meant that he was in there breathing  what was it he was thinking  It was of her she wished she wished
They're pouring their hearts out  is nothing gonna come of that
So when can they finally say  at last  at last  at last  at last  oh I thought you'd never ask
At last  at last  at last  at last
Oh I thought you'd never ask