It's three o'clock in the morning. Where can you be tonight?
Hours all alone in bed, I am so worried in my head.

People wait on buses. People wait on trains.
People wait and pray for their ships to soon come in.
Me, I'm waiting, waiting for you to come home tonight.
Me, I'm waiting, Baby, won't you please come home?

People wait on justice. People wait on bail.
People wait on doctors. All the sinners wait in hell.
Me, I'm waiting. . . .

Christians wait on Jesus. Buddhists wait on nothing.
The French are always waiting, maybe waiting on Godot.
Me, I'm waiting. . . .

People wait on babies, and people wait to die.
People wait on spacemen to fall out of the sky.
Me, I'm waiting. . . .

Darling won't you come back home and ease my worried mind?