Listen,
Listen,
I'm listening carefully,
To where exactly you might be,
'Cause I've had enough waiting.
I've had enough waiting for you.

I'm thinking,
I'm thinking,
You're growing old with someone,
As beautiful as you.
Just ask me to,
Just ask me to.

I'm recalling,
Recalling,
Putting on jackets way too thin,
To fight against cold way too thick.
And it coming down sideways,
And you clearing my eyes.

I've had a little too much to think.
I've had a little too much to think.
And empty rooms tend to make,
Me believe in you.
Surrounded by everything I own,
Boxed and labeled, ready to go.
Not before time, not before time.
I'm listening, I'm listening.