In a box, by the door I keep a letter you sent before It says keep, your head up high I'll think about you while you drive And when you get up on that stage you will arrive
A collect phone call, the lobby's bare It's a call to know I care It's a postcard in the mail To let you know I haven't failed And if I miss one day it's been a long, long trail
Welcome to my world I'm coming home. And in this hotel lobby You leave me alone
Will you be there when I return It's been a question of some concern And who's to say, what's less or more Oh, I'll be waiting at your door And when I see you, I'll know what I've waited for
It's the way we see the world There's other ways we can't afford From town to town, we're sometimes late You hurry up and then you wait And when it rains you just can't stand out at the gate
