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