Writing the lines as they come to me
   Scartching them out almost immediately
   Don't know what it's done to me
  
   It's cold and it's wet it's been raining all night
   And there's a letter I've been trying to write
   Something better waiting somewhere for me
  
   One of them is sitting on the wrong coast
   One awaits an answer by return post
   Waiting, waiting
  
   Try to remember how long it's been
   There was more to us than paper and pen
   Think how easy it is to conceal
  
   And I know when we're together again
   We'll be strangers for an hour and then
   We'll have to figure out if this thing is real
  
   One of them is sitting on the East coast
   One awaits an answer by return post
   Waiting, waiting
  
   Take a drink and staring out the window
   Wondering how long this can continue
   Waiting, waiting