When?
Waiting thru this winter, then into spring, summer, fall
But still, I strain my ears, I hear no call
When will it happen, if it happens at all?
Will it happen at all?
I had no idea how you'd change my world, become my world, when we first spoke
I never knew the way you'd outweigh everything, or be my first thought when I woke
When?
Is it a witless question, wasted, so unwise?
Can I see the written script, can I revise?
When will it happen? Will it come as a surprise?
Will I ever behold you before me, hold your wrist, look into your eyes?
When will I stop running from, start running to?
Would you ever really let me love you?
