Life is full of finer things, they're lost and found in the dark   It's a dog by the highway who said, "Goin' my way?"   Now, he lives in your own backyard   Waiting for love, you came along and fit the part      And it's a whistle from the man with the kindest hands   And a Norwegian name you can't say   You meet him in the street, tripping over your own feet   He claims you still anyway   Waiting for love, God forgives your lack of grace      And everyone I must know from my dust bowl to the city   Is waiting for love to start another day   They may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty   Yet they are waiting for love and that's enough to fill our days      It's the heartworn jokes of your dear father   And the laughter in your own mother's heart   It's that plane blowin' in with your loved one within   Who you've ached for in your time apart   When you're waiting for love, life's a thread of paths to cross      And everyone I must know from my dust bowl to the city   Is waiting for love to start another day   They may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty   Yet they are waiting for love and that's enough to fill our days      Whiter shade of pale is my best kept secret   It's the song that'll sail me back home   It's a picture in my hand of my own farm land   And the crops that I planted last spring   When you're waiting for love   You've got the finest life can bring      And everyone I must know from my dust bowl to the city   Is waiting for love to start another day   They may be shy of heart or their pockets maybe empty   Yet they are waiting for love and that's enough to fill our days   Oh, when you're waiting for love, you've got enough to fill your days      Waiting for love