Adam Vriend - The Waiting Lyrics

Think of those pilgrims, borne
To sea, wind-worn and out of place
Peering over the stern down to the waves
Thoughts bent on the love left in their wake

Such can they live, if it be there pleasure
But in height, as in breadth, can a life be measured

All these years I've spent
In wait, a life here alone
This is all the world I've ever known
This, my loving friend, my only home

I've cast in my lot. I will rest assured
But you, wayward heart, can you give your word?

Oh, my friend, I've not forgot
Of all the doubts that you have got
But let them be
I cannot bide within myself
But for the hope that I might find
Some certainty

So when you stumble out the door
And face the daylight bare before you
I can doubtless say
Fare thee well, my dearest friend
Fare thee well, we'll speak again
Be not afraid

But every time I say goodbye
I can't but feel like it's a lie
And I have done some wrong
I see it buzzing round their fingers
Where they linger one the doorframe
Before they're gone

But why not wait?
Why not wait with me?
Can't our love be all
That we, the waiting, need?
Spare my faithless heart
But is the known so hard?
Is this room so small?
Could this not be all you need?

But we go just where we're led
And what, what was that that you said?