Waiting for Love - Nanci Griffith

Life is full of finer things

They’re lost and found in the dark

It’s the dog by the highway

Who said,"Goin' my way?"

Now, he lives in your own backyard

He was waiting for love

You came along and fit the part

It’s the whistle from the man

With the kindest hands

And a Norwegian name you can’t say

You meet him in the street

Tripping over your own feet

He claims you still anyway

Waiting for love

God forgives your lack of grace

Everyone I know

From my dust bowl to the city

Is waiting for love (love)

To start another day

They may be shy of heart

Oh, their pockets may be empty

Yet they are waiting for love (love)

And that’s enough to fill our days

It’s the heartworn jokes of your dear father

And the laughter in your own mother’s heart

It’s that plane blowin' in

With your love one within

Who you’ve ached for in your time apart

When you’re waiting for love

Life’s a thread of paths to cross

Whiter shade of pale is my best kept secret

It’s the song that’ll sail me back home

It’s a picture in my hand

Of my own farm land

And the crops that I planted last spring

When you’re waiting for love

You’ve got the finest life can bring

When you’re waiting for love (love)

You’ve got enough to fill your days