Patient Love (Acoustic)

Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket

I'm not gonna to roll it, no, I'm not gonna smoke it

Till we're staring at the stars and the rockets

Twinkling in the silvery night

Two sips of whiskey in the flask

I'm not gonna drink 'em, I swear I'll make it last

Till we're drinking out of the same glass again

And though the sand may be washed by the sea

And the old will be lost in the new

Well, four will not wait for three

For three never waited for two

And though you will not wait for me

I'll wait for you

Got a Polaroid picture in my wallet

I'm not gonna tear it, no, I'm not gonna spoil it

It's an unspoken heartbreak, a heartbroken handshake

I take with me where I go

Three words on the tip of my tongue

Not to be spoken or sung or whispered to anyone

Till I scream 'em at the top of my lungs again

And though the sand may be washed by the sea

And the old will be lost in the new

Well, four will not wait for three

For three never waited for two

And though you will not wait for me

I'll wait for you

Oh, oh

And oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll wait for you

Oh, lord

And oh, oh, oh

And I'll wait for you

Oh, no

Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket

I'm not going to roll it, no, I'm not gonna smoke it

Till we're staring at the stars and the rockets

Twinkling in the silvery night