Nanci Griffith Waiting For Love
Griffith Life is full of finer things they're lost and found in the dark It's the dog by the highway Who said, "Goin' my way?" Now, he lives in your own Backyard Waiting for love You came along and fit the part It's the whistle from the man With the kindest hands And a Norwegian name you Can't say You meet him in the street Tripping over your own feet He claims you still anyway Waiting for love God forgives your lack of grace And everyone I know From my dust bowl to the city Is waiting for love (love) To start another day They may be shy of heart Oh, their pockets may be empty Yet they are waiting for love (love) And that's enough to fill our days It's the heartworn jokes of Your dear father And the laughter in Your own mother's heart It's that plane blowin' in With your loved one within Who you've ached for in your time apart When you're waiting for love Life's a thread of paths to cross And everyone I know From my dust bowl to the city Is waiting for love (love) To start another day They may be shy of heart Oh, their pockets may be empty Yet they are waiting for love (love) And that's enough to fill our days Whiter shade of pale is my best kept secret It's the song that'll sail me back home It's a picture in my hand Of my own farm land And the crops that I planted last spring When you're waiting for love You've got the finest life can bring And everyone I know From my dust bowl to the city Is waiting for love (love) To start another day They may be shy of heart Oh, their pockets may be empty Yet they are waiting for love (love) And that's enough to fill our days Oh, when you're waiting for love (love) You've got enough to fill your days
