Waiting for Memory

Every morning

at seven sharp

She pulls her woolen coat up tight

Underneath the rusting shelter

In the early amber light

The city transit line rolls on

The doors fly open with a sigh

But she just looks the other way

And lets the empty world go by

I was waiting for a memory

Keeping watch where time stood still

I was holding onto shadows

Though they could never warm the chill (ooh-ooh)

Then a boy with a heavy pack

Sat beside her on the bench today

He asked, 'Why do you wait here?'

And she found the words to say

He held his hand out to her

She saw her husband's younger face

She whispered, 'This is where we met

Now I can finally leave this place'

I was waiting for a memory

But I am ready to go home

I will carry you inside me

And I won't have to walk alone