Patient Love

Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket

I'm not gonna roll it, no

I'm not gonna smoke it 'till we're

Starin' at the stars and the rockets

Twinklin' in the silvery night

Two sips of whiskey in the flask but

I'm not gonna drink 'em

I swear I'll make it last 'till we're

Drinkin' 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'll 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-whoa

And oh, oh, oh

I'll wait for you

Oh-whoa

And oh, oh, oh

And I'll wait for you

Whoa-oh

Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket

I'm not gonna roll it, no

I'm not gonna smoke it till we're

Starin' at the stars and the rockets

Twinklin' in the silvery night