Love
I waited on your arrival
I called on you ages ago
Did you get my emails?
My letters?
My emails?
Postcards?
I even sent you a gift once or twice before
A green umbrella
Green's your favorite color
And I know it rains a bunch in Seattle
But you know it wouldn't hurt for you to send me and email
A letter or two
A call if you didn't want to walk to the post office
They all said you didn't care
That I should just forget about you
But see, how could I give you up love?
You're too good to be true and too true to be fabricated
Sometimes I keep an ear to the door
I listen for your footsteps
I just know that one day you'll knock on my door
You'll say, "let's go"
And we'll do just that
We'll go
And you'll take me from here
Far away
Far Far away love