[Verse 1]
All through the night you ran back, and the wind caught her hair
Like a joke for the rich and a lie for the poor
And it's easy to cry on my shoulder, it’s easy to cry
Dark is the night so the ivories sang
And its all in the business of making you happy
Well, I'm just waiting for you

[Chorus]
Waiting for you, waiting for you
Waiting for you, waiting for you
Waiting for you