Ev'rybody's waiting for the sun to shine
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Waiting on a springtime day
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Waiting on tomorrow to unwrap their minds
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Waiting till the sky's not grey
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Ev'rybody's sitting on a cornflake shelf
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Wond'ring what the tea leaves say
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I would think it's crazy, but I'm caught myself
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Tryna light my own dark way
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I'll take your hand and we'll walk back
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Down to where the shade trees grew
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We know something's missing
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That got lost back there
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Back when I could talk to you
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Ev'rybody's tryna keep their heads held high
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Standing by the old iron gate
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List'ning to the sirens in the wind wail by
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Wond'rin' why the postman's late
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Ev'rybody's tryna make the oil burn slow
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Sure to let the pipes drip some
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Turnin' down the kettle till the coil don't glow
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Sweepin' up a mealtime crumb
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I'll take your hand and we'll walk back
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Down to where the shade trees grew
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We know something's missing
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That got lost back there
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Back when I could talk to you
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Ev'ry body's waiting on the moon to fill
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Even though it's hard to see
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I can feel it tuggin' on my window sill
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Tryna keep a spell on me
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Ev'ry night the whistle of the midnight train
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Rounds the bend at twelve-o-five
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And I'm always won'drin'
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If you'll hear that same
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Sound out there on Kidwell Drive
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I'll take your hand and we'll walk back
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Down to where the shade trees grew
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We know somethin's missing
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That got lost back there
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Back when I could talk to you
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Late Winter Song
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| Steve Forbert |
