He sits in a corner all on his own,
Waiting, for the chance to take you
home,
He lives under a waterfall,
Where there’s no body that can
hear you call,

His words are few,
He loiters and lurks,
Waiting for you,
He stays indoors, all on his own,
Waiting and waiting to pick up
that phone,

He lays in his bed feeling
nothing but sorrow,
Waiting and waiting to see
You, tomorrow.