Waiting At The Gate
An occasional jointA glass or two of beerStill I never would have guessedThat you'd wind up here
In a halfway houseOn a dead-end streetIn a run-down partOf a one-horse town
But just do what they sayDon't worry 'bout your girl'Cause I won't run awayAnd I won't run aroundAnd I won't let you downAnd without a doubtI'll be waiting, waitingWaiting at the gateWhen they let you out
You set the world on fireDancing after darkNow you're playing solitaireIn a fenced-in parkI'm not the one to judge you(I'm not the one...)So baby, don't be scared(Baby, don't be scared...)No one gets a free rideNone of us is spared
I'll be back on the ninthI've circled the dateThree o'clock sharpAnd I won't be lateYou've been through hellI know what that's all aboutAnd I'll be waiting, waitingWaiting at the gateWhen they let you out
The doctors have so little faithThey said you were a classic caseThey said the chance is eight in tenThey'd see you back in here again
But I'm counting on youTo prove the doctors wrongI'm imagining you, healthy and strongYour papers all stamped(All stamped and signed...)Your eyes so bright and blueLooking like a baby picture of you
Walking down the pathYour suitcase in your handThe howling at your backA brand new manBe a perfect little camperBe a brave little scoutAnd I'll be waiting, waitingWaiting at the gateWhen they let you out...