Patient Love
Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocketI’m not gonna roll it no I’m not gonna smoke itTil we’re staring at the stars and the rocketsTwinkling in the silvery night
Two sips of whiskey in the flask but I’m not gonna drink themI swear I’ll make it last'Til we’re drinking out of the same glass again
And though the sand may be washed by the seaAnd the old will be lost in the newWell four will not wait for threeFor three never waited for twoAnd though you will not wait for meI’ll wait for you
Got a polaroid picture in my walletI’m not going to tear it no I’m not gonna spoil itIt’s an unspoken heartbreakA heartbroken handshake I’ll take with me where I go
And three words on the tip of my tongueNot to be spoken nor sungOr whispered to anyoneTil I scream them at the top of my lungs again
And though the sand may be washed by the seaAnd the old will be lost in the newWell four will not wait for threeFor three never waited for twoAnd though you will not wait for meI’ll wait for youI’ll wait for youAnd I’ll wait for you
Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocketI’m not gonna roll it no I’m not gonna smoke itTil we’re staring at the stars and the rocketsTwinkling in the silvery night