i fell off, off of the road.
wars were fought and bodies were cold.
i was lost, lost as a lamb.

i was lost 'til you took my hand.

i am waiting on your phone call.

i'm waiting in a beat up car.
i am waiting 'til you tell me to leave.


oh, my love, how can this be?
i was made only for thee.
sweet new york, i'm coming home.


the streets are cold and we're feeling warm.
i am waiting on a phone call.

i am waiting in a beat up car.
i am waiting 'til you tell me
goodbye.


i am lying on a cold floor.
i am wishing you would bleed me dry.

i am waiting 'til you tell me
i love you.