Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by There's a better home a-waiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky I was standing by my window On one cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rolling For to carry my mother away I said to that

I’ll be flicking stones at your window I’ll be waiting outside 'til you’re ready to go Won’t you come down? Come away with me I’ll be waiting, waiting on a brand new day Just think of all the places we could be Think of all the places we could be Well

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Patience, darling, wait for the night Darkness comes and love comes alive I've been right here dreaming of you Waiting for my man on the moon I can't compete with the stars in the sky I'm invisible, invisible I open the window to clear up my mind Dark

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Just a little way Go to sleep We're so tired now Altogether in a snake pit of souls To throw your chains away To try to hang your hopes on the wind Today all we need is waiting

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone