(Nanci Griffith)
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Life is full of finer things
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They're lost and found in the dark
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It's the dog by the highway
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Who said "Goin' my way?"
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Now, he lives in your own backyard
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He was waiting for love
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You came along and fit the part
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Its the whistle from the man
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With the kindest hands
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And a Norwegian name you can't say
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You meet him in the street
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Tripping over your own feet
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He claims upi still anyway
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Waiting for love
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God forgives your lack of grace
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[Chorus:]
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Everyone I must know
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From the dust bowl to the city
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Is waiting for love (love)
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To start another day
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They may be shy of heart
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Oh, their pockets maybe empty
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Yet they maybe waiting for love (love)
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And that's enough to fill our days
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It's the heartworn jokes of your dear father
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And the laughter in your own mother's heart
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Its the plane blowin' in
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With your loved one within
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Who you've ached for in your time apart
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When you're waiting for love
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Life's a thread of paths to cross
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[Chorus]
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Whiter shade of pale is my best kept secret
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It's the song that'll sail me back home
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It's a picture in my hand
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Of my own farm land
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And the crops that I planted last spring
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When you're waiting for love
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You've got the finest life can bring
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[Chorus]
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When you're waiting for love (love)
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You've got enough to fill your days
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Waiting For Love
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Nanci Griffith |