That Lovesong's Gonna Have to Wait

Baby, though it’s long overdue.

I thought I’d sit and write this lovesong for you

In this crisp hotel room where dust dare not show.

I gaze out the window at the street below.

In the darkened doorway

There’s a girl with a begging cup

Either that or her skirt pulled up

To feed her children.

Meanwhile I’m here sittig in this cozy room

Trying to write a lovesong for you.

Neath the savage streetlight

There’s a crowd staring at their feet

At a man underneath a sheet

Who wasn’t lucky.

Meanwhile my old pencil hasn’t moved a bit

Trying to write a lovesong for you.

I can’t wipe the scene from my mind

My conscience keeps demanding,

Saying “Put down that pencil. Leave this sterile cell”

But what about you? Ah, but you know me, Honey.

You’re so understanding.

That’s just one more thing that I love about you.

I’ll put that in the song as well.

Well,Toward the burned-out battle

Roams the poet with pen in hand

Like a medic through No Man’s Land

To help the wounded.

Still your lovesong calls me, “I will wait for you”

Isn’t that the best of Love and of Art

Everything gets blessed by an open heart.

Guess my better nature got its w ay again.

Here I go postponing another date

So you see That Lovesong’s Gonna Havta Wait.