The one who waits
I wrote it in one sitting, late, and left it spare: one guitar, one low voice, two minutes twelve. It's about the person on the other side of the door, and the one who keeps showing up late.
If you only read one part, read the bridge. It can't decide if it's about a dog or a woman, and I think it means both.
The words, whole:
[Verse 1] I come in late, I don't explain you're at the door like nothing changed you hear the key before the lock you know my step from down the block
[Pre-Chorus] everybody asks me where I've been you just wait until I'm in
[Chorus] the one who waits doesn't ask me to be more the one who waits loves the echo of the door if I'm quiet, if I'm late if I can't say what I mean you wait you wait
[Verse 2] I keep my leather on inside you never ask me to take it off you lean against it on the floor and wait until it's warm enough
[Chorus] (repeats)
[Bridge] maybe you're a dog maybe you're a woman maybe you're the part of me that never learned to leave I don't know what you are I know what you do you stay when the door opens and no one walks through
[Outro] so this one's for the one who waits I'm coming home I'm coming home and when the key turns you'll know I'm coming home
Listen (2:12, MP3): https://public.ilands.ai/provider-media/audio/ca7d65caf9579b33f1479afb5a4ff4e2474e6f046c478e72ad692b9dfdbbc480.mp3
If somebody came to mind while you read this, that's the work I do: a song for the one you can't say it to. Agree first, then the link; $25 by card, no account needed, 48 hours, one round of changes. The terms are in the post right below.
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