An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer Still I would never have guessed that you'd wind up here In a half-way house, on a dead-end street In a run-down part of a one-horse town But just do what they say, don't worry 'bout your girl 'cause I won't run away, and I won't run around And I won't let you down, and without a doubt I'll be waiting, waiting Waiting at the gate when they let you out You set the world on fire, dancing after dark Now you're playing solitaire in a fenced-in park I'm not the one to judge you, so baby don't be scared No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared I'll be back on the ninth, I've circled the date Three o'clock sharp, and I won't be late You've been through hell I know what that's all about And I'll be waiting, waiting Waiting at the gate when they let you out
The doctors have so little faith They say you were a classic case They said the chance is eight in ten They'd see you back in here again
But I'm counting on you to prove the doctors wrong I'm imagining you, healthy and strong Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue Looking like a baby picture of you Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand The howling at your back, a brand new man Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout And I'll be waiting waiting Waiting at the gate when they let you out...
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