Common man, six foot tall he stands

Waiting on his date for some company party in France

And oh, she's late, the boss man said "a quarter till eight"

And as nine rolled around at his watch he's looking down

The ticking fate

And oh the funny thing about love is it makes you wait

He wore his good shoes

Now he's walking them home with the homesick blues

Feeling like he fucked up

It's all right he'll get back up because he chooses to

His over-coat, speckled with snow he walks alone

Just then he turns his head and sees a girl

Of which they said the poets wrote

Don't hesitate my dear, don't wait put it all on the line

I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I'm slipping down your spine

And I will wait my dear, till I'm dead or the end of my time

Or you let me know you're mine

He went insane, oh the thoughts of her tortured his brain

So he re-traced his steps, so he would not forget where she'd been

And she was gone, just the scent of her lingered on

So he lived all of his days with his head stuck in a maze half stoned

Don't hesitate my dear, don't wait put it all on the line

I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I'm slipping down your spine

And I will wait my dear, till I'm dead or the end of my time

Or you let me know you're mine

Or you let me know that you're mine