Common man, six foot tall he stands
Waiting on his date for some company party in France
And she's late, the boss man said"a quarter till eight"
And as nine rolled around at his watch
He's looking down, the ticking fate
Oh the funny thing about love is it makes you wait
He wore his good shoes
Now he's walking them home with the homesick blues
Feeling like he fooked up
It's all right he'll get back up because he chooses to
His over-coat, speckled with snow he walks alone
Just then he turns his head
And sees a girl of which they said the poets wrote
Don't hesitate my dear, don't wait put it all on the line
I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I'm slipping down your spine
I will wait my dear till I'm dead or the end of my time
Or you let me know you're mine
He went insane, oh the thoughts or her tortured his brain
So he re-traced his steps
So he would not forget where she'd been
And she was gone, just the scent of her lingered on
So he lived all of his days
With his head stuck in a maze half stoned
Don't hesitate my dear, don't wait put it all on the line
I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I'm slipping down your spine
I will wait my dear till I'm dead or the end of my time
Or you let me know you're mine
Or you let me know that you're mine
