GriffithLife is full of finer thingsthey're lost and foundin the darkIt's the dog by the highwayWho said, "Goin' my way?"Now, he lives in your ownBackyardWaiting for loveYou came along and fit the partIt's the whistle from the manWith the kindest handsAnd a Norwegian name youCan't sayYou meet him in the streetTripping over your own feetHe claims you still anywayWaiting for loveGod forgives your lack of graceAnd everyone I knowFrom my dust bowl to the cityIs waiting for love (love)To start another dayThey may be shy of heartOh, their pockets may be emptyYet they are waiting for love (love)And that's enough to fill our daysIt's the heartworn jokes ofYour dear fatherAnd the laughter inYour own mother's heartIt's that plane blowin' inWith your loved one withinWho you've ached for in your time apartWhen you're waiting for loveLife's a thread of paths to crossAnd everyone I knowFrom my dust bowl to the cityIs waiting for love (love)To start another dayThey may be shy of heartOh, their pockets may be emptyYet they are waiting for love (love)And that's enough to fill our daysWhiter shade of pale is my best kept secretIt's the song that'll sail me back homeIt's a picture in my handOf my own farm landAnd the crops that I planted last springWhen you're waiting for loveYou've got the finest life can bringAnd everyone I knowFrom my dust bowl to the cityIs waiting for love (love)To start another dayThey may be shy of heartOh, their pockets may be emptyYet they are waiting for love (love)And that's enough to fill our daysOh, when you're waiting for love (love)You've got enough to fill your days