Writing and waiting
Writing and waiting
Look at the clock again
Nothing, no one,
Not a soul around
Writing and waiting
Writing and waiting
Look at the clock one last time
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Cold, silent, nothing
No one, not a soul
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bang.
Nothing, no one, not a soul
The door opens
You just stand there and stare
The last letter in my hand
I’m gone now
You were just a little late
