Lyrics

Its the day that follows Thursday; she can't get out of bed.
Those familiar words running through her head.
She's heard them all before but this time
Hoped for more.
So in the darkness that's her mind she rearranges
Every word.

The morning sun's reflecting off cobwebs in her mind.
She ducks inside; afraid of what she'll find.
Believing so long, she wonders
Could she have been wrong?
It seems the man beyond the myth
Always falls behind.

And she's waiting by the window.
Waiting...
And she's waiting by the window.
With a bottle of wine and a whole lot of time
On her hands.

She'll choose the myth; the truth it is too sane.
She'll choose the fantasy so he'll remain
The one who'll never part; the god who
Won her heart.
The face that's always smiles hides a soul
Torn apart.

And she's waiting by the window.
Waiting...
And she's waiting by the window
With a bottle of wine and a whole lot of time

She'll understand why he went away.
She'll understand why again he can't stay...

And she's waiting by the window.
Waiting...
And she's waiting by the window.
With a bottle of wine and a whole lot of time