Looking out of my window, when  They're coming I don't know  Waiting for my visitor to come  I'm waiting for  My visitor to come home  I can't see if they're flying  I can't see if they're driving  Waiting for my visitor to come  I'm waiting for  My visitor to come home  Misty shapes on rainy days  Reminding me of someone's face  Turns into a crease  Upon my own thinking  Hard about nothing  A silhouette of  Something looking like  My visitor will come  I'm waiting for  My visitor to come home  Music drapes  My rainy days  Reminding me of  Friendly places  Time is off my side  And in my hands  People may forget my name  I forget how long I've waited  When they get here  I can say I didn't think  That you were coming  Then they'll smile and say  Of course we were sipping drinks  And feasts alone  Reminding me of empty tables  Fit for kings of  Empty things like me