Waiting for Lauren Bacall (piano version)

The signs are all clear it’s that time of year
There’s a snowflake in the palm on my hand
But don’t ask me why things live or die
That’s something I don’t understand
When minds go adrift through a maze of what-ifs
A stumble can turn to a fall
So now that it’s done and you’re on the run
I’m waiting for Lauren Bacall

Now what can I say about yesterday
That won’t make it sound like I’m crying
I see what I got and know what I’m not
But that doesn’t keep me from trying
I work my guitar but no one gets far
When the city, it slows to a crawl
And though you never can tell, I might just as well be
Waiting for Lauren Bacall

I don’t want to hear about the summer
And I don’t give a damn how things go
‘Cause sometimes I still remember that thrill
And all that just can’t be for show

You say that life’s grand at least where you stand
But from here it all looks pretty small
So say what you will about an old movie still
I’m waiting for Lauren Bacall

Not long ago, I wasn’t so slow
To not notice what blows on my brow
And though I’ve never been one to dwell on the sun
I feel inclined to start now
You think that with time all will be fine
Till the memories at night come to call
And these bitter winds just might do me in
While waiting for Lauren Bacall

I don’t give a damn about the summer
And I don’t want to hear how things go
‘Cause sometimes I’m sure when I’m watching for her
All this just can’t be for show

It’s a sad little song—I just hum along
That carried me on through the fall
Away from the light to this cold winter’s night
Waiting for Lauren Bacall


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