Låttexter: Nanci Griffith. Waiting For Love.

Life is full of finer things, they're lost and found in the dark
It's a dog by the highway who said, "Goin' my way?"
Now, he lives in your own backyard
Waiting for love, you came along and fit the part

And it's a 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

And everyone I must know from my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for love to start another day
They may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty
Yet they are waiting for 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 loved 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

And everyone I must know from my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for love to start another day
They may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty
Yet they are waiting for love and that's enough to fill our days

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

And everyone I must know from my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for love to start another day
They may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty
Yet they are waiting for love and that's enough to fill our days
Oh, when you're waiting for love, you've got enough to fill your days

Waiting for love