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