Waiting

The sky of blue
The fields of gold
The beauty all around
And in the air
The autumn air
I hear a lonesome sound, sound
I am waiting
An open door
An empty glass
A clock not keeping time
The thought of you
A moment past
Your footsteps in my mind, mind
I am waiting
For going home
I met him in another world
A million miles away
He took my heart
He took my hand
He’s showing me the way, yeah
No more waiting
I’m going home
And when I get there
Will everything be as a dream?
And when I get there
Will I forget the things I’ve seen?