The Prodigal Amy Grant

I face the day again
Against the window pane
I remain your closest friend
And wish you back again
You wonder how I feel;
You think you've pushed too far
If only you could see this pen
Scribbling down my heart

I'll be waiting
I may be young or old and gray
Counting the days
But I'll be waiting
And when I finally see you come
I'll run when I see you--
I'll meet you

But still the days drag on
Why did you decide to go?
Did you only need to see
What only time can show?

I'll be waiting
I may be young or old and gray
Counting the days
But I'll be waiting
And when I finally see you come
I'll run when I see you