Amy Grant - The Prodigal текст песни

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 youve pushed too far.

If only you could see this pen

Scribbling down my heart.

Ill be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

But Ill be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

Ill run when I see you--

Ill 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?

Ill be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

But Ill be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

Ill run when I see you.

And even if

You never do return,

Still I will have learned

How to love you better.

Ill be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

But Ill be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

Ill run to meet you.

Ill be waiting.

I may be young or old and gray,

Counting the days,

Ill be waiting,

And when I finally see you come,

Ill run to meet you.