A Red Letter Day (PSB extended edit) Lyrics

I'm always waiting
I'm always waiting
waiting
Go to work and take your calls
Hang the fruits
of your labour on the walls
Such precision and care
What does it matter
if there's no one here to share

The flowers in the garden
the wine
the Waiting for Godot
and so much modern time?

The years perfecting a stance
of measured cool
fade into insignificance
The moment one starts to understand
What on earth
does it profit a man?
All I want
is what you want
I'm always waiting
for a red letter day

For something special
somehow new
someone saying 'I love you'
Baby, I'm waiting
for that red letter day

I'm always waiting
I'm always waiting
waiting
For something special
somehow new
someone saying 'I love you'
Baby I'm hoping
for that red letter day

I'm always waiting
I'm always waiting
waiting

For something special
somehow new
someone saying 'I love you'
Baby I'm hoping
for that red letter day
Today