Waiting For The Miracle
Baby, I've been waiting,I've been waiting night and day.I didn't see the time,I waited half my life away.There were lots of invitationsand I know you sent me some,but I was waitingfor the miracle, for the miracle to come.I know you really loved me.but, you see, my hands were tied.I know it must have hurt you,it must have hurt your prideto have to stand beneath my windowwith your bugle and your drum,and me I'm up there waitingfor the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,You wouldn't like it here.There ain't no entertainmentand the judgements are severe.The Maestro says it's Mozartbut it sounds like bubble gumwhen you're waitingfor the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracleThere's nothing left to do.I haven't been this happysince the end of World War II.
Nothing left to dowhen you know that you've been taken.Nothing left to dowhen you're begging for a crumbNothing left to dowhen you've got to go on waitingwaiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.It was just the other night.Most of you was nakedAh but some of you was light.The sands of time were fallingfrom your fingers and your thumb,and you were waitingfor the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,we've been alone too long.Let's be alone together.Let's see if we're that strong.Yeah let's do something crazy,something absolutely wrongwhile we're waitingfor the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highwayand you're lying in the rain,and they ask you how you're doingof course you'll say you can't complain --If you're squeezed for information,that's when you've got to play it dumb:You just say you're out there waitingfor the miracle, for the miracle to come.