Lyric Waiting At The Gate

(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)

An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
Still I would never have guessed that you d wind up here
In a half-way house, on a dead-end street
In a run-down part of a one-horse town
But just do what they say, don t worry bout your girl
Cause I won t run away, and I won t run around
And I won t let you down, and without a doubt
I ll be waiting, waiting
Waiting at the gate when they let you out
You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
Now you re playing solitaire in a fenced-in park
I m not the one to judge you, so baby don t be scared
No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
I ll be back on the ninth, I ve circled the date
Three o clock sharp, and I won t be late
You ve been through hell I know what that s all about
And I ll be waiting, waiting
Waiting at the gate when they let you out

The doctors have so little faith
They say you were a classic case
They said the chance is eight in ten
They d see you back in here again

But I m counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
I m imagining you, healthy and strong
Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
Looking like a baby picture of you
Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
The howling at your back, a brand new man
Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
And I ll be waiting waiting
Waiting at the gate when they let you out...