The Box

In a box, by the door

I keep a letter you sent before

It says keep, your head up high

I'll think about you while you drive

And when you get up on that stage you will arrive

A collect phone call, the lobby's bare

It's a call to know I care

It's a postcard in the mail

To let you know I haven't failed

And if I miss one day it's been a long, long trail

Welcome to my world

I'm coming home.

And in this hotel lobby

You leave me alone

Will you be there when I return

It's been a question of some concern

And who's to say, what's less or more

Oh, I'll be waiting at your door

And when I see you, I'll know what I've waited for

It's the way we see the world

There's other ways we can't afford

From town to town, we're sometimes late

You hurry up and then you wait

And when it rains you just can't stand out at the gate