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They say that |
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I don't know love, |
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I say yes |
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I doThey say they are counting love, |
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I say I am too |
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They mark the years with rings like a tree they say |
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I count on smaller things, minutes, seconds, days |
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I wait for late afternoon and you |
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The industrious bunch through breakfast and lunch[Incomprehensible] |
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I wait for it afternoon and you |
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The Monday sun softly paves by two |
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Though the book of the clerks thinking diligence works |
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For pension and perks out due |
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I wait for late afternoon and you |
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If we agree to meet at three |
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The concierge and |
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I will see |
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The shades are drawn, the staff is skilled |
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Our lunch prepared, the champaign chilled |
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And if we skip the duck confit |
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Your arms and lips will reach for me |
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These walls were meant to never speak |
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Of songs contempt within a week |
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So on this late afternoon with you |
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Other salesmen reserved all the rumors they've heard |
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That this fool may deserve a review |
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And still |
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I wait and |
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I wait for you |
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I wait for late afternoon and you |
