she was lying in his bed
with dreams and desires
dancing in his head.
When he woke that morning
he found her long gone,
with a simple note by the telephone
It said
You can wait for this
and wait for that
but don't you wait for me
You can pray for night
and pray for day
but don't you pray for me.
Don't you call my number.
Don't you wish I'd come back home,
Don't you look for me in a crowd.
Don't you say I was so wrong.
She caught him with her
and there was nothing to say.
The twisted sheets and spilt wine
put it plain that day.
So she left him right there,
she just walked on out the door.
And what that slam, she said,
Boy, I don't love you anymore.
She said
You can wait for this
and wait for that
but don't you wait for me.
You can pray for night
and pray for day
but don't you pray for me.
Don't you call my number.
Don't you wish I'd come back home.
Don't you looked for me in a crowd.
Don't you say I was so wrong.
You can wait for this
and wait for that,
but don't you wait for me.
I said, boy, don't you...
No, don't you, no, don't you wait for me.