I face the day again   Against the window pane.   I remain your closest friend,   And wish you back again.   You wonder how I feel;   You think you've pushed too far.   If only you could see this pen   Scribbling down my heart.      I'll be waiting.   I may be young or old and gray,   Counting the days,   But I'll be waiting,   And when I finally see you come,   I'll run when I see you--   I'll meet you.      But still the days drag on.   Why did you decide to go?    Did you only need to see   What only time can show?       I'll be waiting.   I may be young or old and gray,   Counting the days,   But I'll be waiting,   And when I finally see you come,   I'll run when I see you.      And even if   You never do return,   Still I will have learned   How to love you better.      I'll be waiting.   I may be young or old and gray,   Counting the days,   But I'll be waiting,   And when I finally see you come,   I'll run to meet you.      I'll be waiting.   I may be young or old and gray,   Counting the days,   I'll be waiting,   And when I finally see you come,   I'll run to meet you.