From the recording The Repo Session
Writers: Weerts/Kern (ASCAP)
Publisher: 808 Multi Media Publishing (ASCAP)
Lyrics
Sitting here alone in this smoky place, wearing my poker face
Putting down the whiskey, I lean back looking into space
I'm hoping that I'll see your face
Its getting late, how long should I wait?
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I'm waiting, I’m watching, I’m wanting my lady of love
That night we spent, the things we did I can still taste
The promises you made when candles lit your face
All I want is one more night, one more chance to see you again
Sinking in this sea of people, oblivious to each other
I raise my eyes only to see them blur, their voices blend together
Hope is consuming me, I'm sedate
Its getting late, how long should I wait?
Chorus
I'm not even sure what I would do or say, I feel hollow, empty from the anticipation
Even though I don't know you, things felt so right
The scent of a woman, the warmth of her breath, finally
Last call she says, disappointed, I tell the waitress I'll pass, but I'll be back another night
Chorus