Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
You're a warm bright window lighting up the rain
I catch a glimpse of the glow but I still remain
Outside where the shadows pool and bleed
Chimney silhouettes semaphore in a code I cannot read
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
You're like the leaves that come down from the trees
A suggestion of a spring time to be
Crunching underfoot outlined in frost
Full of promise for the return of something lost
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Bruce Cockburn - Looking and Waiting Lyrics
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Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
You're a warm bright window lighting up the rain
I catch a glimpse of the glow but I still remain
Outside where the shadows pool and bleed
Chimney silhouettes semaphore in a code I cannot read
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
You're like the leaves that come down from the trees
A suggestion of a spring time to be
Crunching underfoot outlined in frost
Full of promise for the return of something lost
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
You're a warm bright window lighting up the rain
I catch a glimpse of the glow but I still remain
Outside where the shadows pool and bleed
Chimney silhouettes semaphore in a code I cannot read
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
You're like the leaves that come down from the trees
A suggestion of a spring time to be
Crunching underfoot outlined in frost
Full of promise for the return of something lost
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Scanning the skies for a beacon from you
Shapes on the curtain, but no clear view of you
Looking and waiting, it's what I do
Writer: Bruce Cockburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.