Bob Dylan – Waitin’ For You: Lyrics and Music Video
Waitin’ For You Lyrics
I never dreamed there could be someone made just for me
I’m not letting her have her way
I come here to see what she has to say
Oh, the poor gal always wins the day
I’m staying ahead of the game, she’s doing the same
And the whiskey’s flying into my head
The fiddler’s arm has gone dead
And talk is beginning to spread
When did our love go bad?
Whatever happened to the best friend that i had?
Been so long since i held you tight
Been so long since we said goodnight
The taste of tears is bittersweet
When you’re near me, my heart forgets to beat
You’re there every night among the good and the true
And i’ll be around, waitin’ for you
The king of them all is starting to fall
I lost my gal at the boatman’s ball
The night has a thousand hearts and eyes
Hope may vanish but it never dies
I’ll see you tomorrow when freedom rings
I’m gonna stay on top of things
It’s the middle of the summer and the moon is blue
I’ll be around waitin’ for you
Another deal gone down, another man done gone
You put up with it all and you carry on
Something holding you back but you’ll come through
I’d bet the world and everything in it on you
Happiness is but a state of mind
Anytime you want you can cross the state line
You don’t need to be rich or well-to-do
I’ll be around waitin’ for you
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