The Prodigal

I face the day again Against the window pane I remain your closest friend And wish you back again You wonder how I feel; You think you've pushed too far If only you could see this pen Scribbling down my heart I'll be waiting I may be young or old and gray Counting the days But I'll be waiting And when I finally see you come I'll run when I see you-- I'll meet you But still the days drag on Why did you decide to go? Did you only need to see What only time can show? I'll be waiting I may be young or old and gray Counting the days But I'll be waiting And when I finally see you come I'll run when I see you And even if You never do return Still I will have learned How to love you better I'll be waiting I may be young or old and gray Counting the days But I'll be waiting And when I finally see you come I'll run to meet you I'll be waiting I may be young or old and gray Counting the days I'll be waiting And when I finally see you come I'll run to meet you