The Ones Who Wait

Of all the weather here I like rain the most Of all the drives I've had The Oregon coast Of all the poetry The Nights of Li-Young Lee Of all the songs we sing The songs of love And I know how you've been worried sick for me And I know how you've been

We fill those rooms between us Every day we die unto ourselves I counted all my blessings I signed my name across you I took yours upon myself I'll be your friend I'll be your friend I'll be your friend I'll be your friend I'll be your friend Oh my l

I remember you in a thrift store dress Rainfall on the taxi roof on the morning we arrived in Amsterdam Two church towers and a glass rose in your eyes Jet lagged on the canal bridge and waiting for the boats to pass us by If I sang a song for you I

Just after two o'clock a.m. There's only drunks on the roads I told you not to You said you still have to go So if you'll be sleeping late Won't you call me when you wake I lay in the darkness and you Will be the light on my face We build our friends