I think it’s a safe bet to assume we spend half our waking lives waiting for something. A person, train, plane, event, a spanking or maybe dinner. You get the idea. Waiting has a sound to it as does the outcome of the waiting. Wrote this when I was staring out the window looking at the snow wondering when spring was going to come. The song has a little Gothic feel to it but it does have a happy ending.

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