Waiting In The Lobby Of Your Heart - Hank Thompson, Thompson, Hank

I didn’t have to be thrown in a dungeon

Or left in a chamber cold and dark

For such loneliness I’m sure is the same that I endure

While I’m waiting in the lobby of your heart

And now I’m waiting waiting in the lobby of your heart

I’m on the doorstep yet we’re so far apart

Many times I tried you wouldn’t let me come inside

Now I’m waiting waiting in the lobby of your heart

You could have had me thrown into a prison

Or bound and tied with shackles on my feet

Instead of this sad taint to sit alone and wait

In the lobby of a heart that’s cold as sleet

And now I’m waiting…