This letter won't make it home   Before I arrive tomorrow   While it's sorted and lost in the post   I'll be back in time for lunch   But just for the books, just for the record   Here's the response you've been craving for months   So I hope that it's worth   Hope that it's worth the waiting      I can picture your facial expression   When I arrive tomorrow   You'll be laughing, yet blinking to fight back those tears   You can't withhold   And if I know you, you'll throw a party   You'll go overboard, more than you should afford   Well I hope that I'm worth,   Hope that I'm worth the waiting      And although I know that I'm far from worth   I'm far from worth the waiting   Please, say that I'm worth   Just tell me I'm worth it, that I'm worth it      Well, this letter won't make it home   Before I arrive tomorrow   But I'd give it, what, a couple of days   And you'll check the letterbox   You'll laugh out loud, run back up the driveway   Burst through the door, drop the bills on the floor   And you'll read this to me, every last word   And you'll place it away on the fridge for display   And you'll hold me just like you did back in those days   And what I long to hear would be breathed in my ear   That I've always been worth   Somehow, always been worth the waiting