Lời bài hát: Howie Lucero. Waiting For The Word.

(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi)

Wonder what of the one girl I knew I'd write this song of one afternoon?
What of a time when we could see one another in the morning hue?

I close my eyes and I can't help but see there's nothing here for me
in the morning hue, but I'm waiting for the word from you.

Spending my time peering through blinds, out to the road, through the window.
And passing by, no one says of you. Nobody knows what I go through
or hears my crying 'cause no one else sees there's nothing here for me.
Oh, what I go through. Still, I'm waiting for the word from you.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder . . . will I ever stop waiting?
Will I ever stop waiting?
All of the years . . . all of the miles . . . end of the day . . . end of my trials.
Into her dark . . . into her brine . . . give me this peace . . . peace for all time.
I close my eyes and know that I'll see there's nothing here for me.
I won't have to, but I'm waiting for the word from you.
Said I'm waiting for the word from you