(Nanci Griffith)
Life is full of finer things
They're lost and found in the dark
It's the dog by the highway
Who said,"Goin' my way?"
Now, he lives in your own backyard
He was waiting for love
You came along and fit the part
It's the whistle from the man
With the kindest hands
And a Norwegian name you can't say
You meet him in the street
Tripping over your own feet
He claims you still anyway
Waiting for love
God forgives your lack of grace
Chorus
Everyone I know
From my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for love (love)
To start another day
They may be shy of heart
Oh, their pockets may be empty
Yet they are waiting for love (love)
And that's enough to fill our days
Life is full of finer things
They're lost and found in the dark
It's the dog by the highway
Who said,"Goin' my way?"
Now, he lives in your own backyard
He was waiting for love
You came along and fit the part
It's the whistle from the man
With the kindest hands
And a Norwegian name you can't say
You meet him in the street
Tripping over your own feet
He claims you still anyway
Waiting for love
God forgives your lack of grace
Chorus
Everyone I know
From my dust bowl to the city
Is waiting for love (love)
To start another day
They may be shy of heart
Oh, their pockets may be empty
Yet they are waiting for love (love)
And that's enough to fill our days
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