Forsaken
While the hours pass by I'm waiting and waiting As day turns to night I'm waiting, still waiting Where are you? I ask He's missing and missing Such a simple task He's slacking, still slacking Enter the sensualist How does Saturday sound? I don't know; I'm not sure, I say When will he be around? So the hours pass by I'm waiting, just waiting The sun leaves the sky I'm waiting, still waiting A track by his den He was here, he was here Now he's gone again To leave me in wonder Enter the admirer Is Friday befitting? I don't know; I'm not sure, I say Hoping he'll come to town And the hours pass by I'm waiting and waiting Deep into the night I'm waiting, still waiting Look! Another print Again marked in silence Such a carnal sin To leave me his absence Exit this forsaken girl As darkness yields to light When I awaken sir My heart resumes it's flightCopyright 2006