Listen, Listen,
I?m listening carefully to where exactly you might be,
Cause I have had enough waiting,
I?ve had enough waiting for you.
I?m thinking, I?m thinking of growing old,
With someone as beautiful as you.
Just ask me to,
Just ask me to.
I?m recalling, recalling,
Putting on jackets way too thin,
To fight against snow way to thick.
And it coming down sideways, and you clearing my eyes.
I?ve had little too much too think,
I?ve had little too much too think.
Empty rooms tend to make me believe in you.
Surrounded by everything I own,
Boxed and labeled; ready to go.
And not before time,
And not before time.
I?m listening...
I'm listening...