Writing the lines as they come to me Scratching them out almost immediately Don't know what it's done to me. Well, it's cold, it's wet and 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 (waiting)... Try to remember how long it's been When there was more to us then 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. And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast One awaits an answer by return post Waiting, waiting (waiting)... Cold and wet and rain all night There's a letter I gotta write Something better is waiting for me. One of them is sitting on the east coast One awaits an answer by return post Waiting, waiting (waiting)... And take a drink and staring out the window Wondering how long this can continue Waiting, waiting...