My Choice
She's warm and she's cozy Dressed and in bed and starting to mozy to that place in her head
And she wished on a star that someone would come someone from afar a romantic handsome
How long have I waited to hear the voice? of the one who will come the one of my choice
He's cold and he's walking his guitar in hand his problems are stalking and troubling this man
Tired from his journey he sat in a yard a yard that welcomed him and played his guitar
how long have i waited to hear the voice of the one who will come the one of my choice
awakened and stirred up the girl stepped out of bed walked to the window and poked out her head
there in the front yard the man singing and playing his guitar he looked up and heard her saying
how long have i waited to hear the voice of the one who will come the one of my choice |