A Red Letter Day
Go to work and take your callsHang the fruits of your labour on the wallsSuch precision and careWhat does it matterif there's no one here to sharethe flowers in the gardenthe winethe Waiting for Godotand so much modern time?
All I want is what you wantI'm always waiting for a red letter day
The years perfecting a stanceof measured cool fade into insignificancethe moment one starts to understandwhat on earth does it profit a man?
All I want is what you wantI'm always waiting for a red letter dayfor something special, somehow newsomeone saying 'I love you'Baby, I'm waitingfor that red letter day
You can sneer or disappearbehind a veneer of self-controlbut for all of thosewho don't fit itwho follow their instinctsand are told they sinthis is a prayer fora different way
All I want is what you wantI'm always waiting for a red letter daylike Christmas morning when you're a kidAdmit you love me and you always didBaby, I'm hopingfor that red letter daytoday