I looked for you in everyone
I looked between the moon and the sun
I look for you in girls that are not
even resembling the picture I've got
I asked if you were seen down the park
Old men on benches, they had not
I looked in churches, cemeteries and bars
I looked in the void between the stars
All the while
I might have known
You were waiting home yeah
You get tired of waiting
For me baby
I asked if you were seen down in hell
prophets of bad weeather couldn't tell
I searched in brothels, and I looked
for your name in every library book
I showed your picture to the man
working at the newspaper stand
been looking every waitress in the eye
I looked from the gutter right up to the sky
I might have known
You were waiting home yeah
You get tired of waiting
For me baby