I face the day again
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Against the window pane.
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I remain your closest friend,
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And wish you back again.
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You wonder how I feel;
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You think you've pushed too far.
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If only you could see this pen
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Scribbling down my heart.
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I'll be waiting.
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I may be young or old and gray,
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Counting the days,
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But I'll be waiting,
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And when I finally see you come,
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I'll run when I see you--
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I'll meet you.
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But still the days drag on.
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Why did you decide to go?
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Did you only need to see
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What only time can show?
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I'll be waiting.
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I may be young or old and gray,
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Counting the days,
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But I'll be waiting,
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And when I finally see you come,
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I'll run when I see you.
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And even if
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You never do return,
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Still I will have learned
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How to love you better.
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I'll be waiting.
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I may be young or old and gray,
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Counting the days,
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But I'll be waiting,
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And when I finally see you come,
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I'll run to meet you.
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I'll be waiting.
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I may be young or old and gray,
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Counting the days,
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I'll be waiting,
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And when I finally see you come,
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I'll run to meet you.
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The Prodigal (I'll Be Waiting)
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| Amy Grant |
