i fell off, off of the road.
wars were fought and bodies were cold.
i was lost, lost as a lamb.
i was lost till you took my hand.
i am waiting on a phone call.
i'm waiting in a beat up car.
i am waiting till you tell me to leave.
oh, my love, how can this be?
i was made only for thee.
sweet new york, i'm coming home.
the streets are cold and we're feeling warm.
i am waiting on a phone call.
i am waiting in a beat up car.
i am waiting till you tell me "goodbye".
i am lying on a cold floor.
i am wishing you would bleed me dry.
i am waiting till you tell me "i love you".