Nanci Griffith Follow

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
Trippin' over your own feet
He claims you still anyway

Waiting for love
God forgives your lack of grace

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

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

Waiting for love
You've got the finest life can bring

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

When you're waiting for love
You've got enough to fill your days

Love