Dinner for two, a candle-lit room
Her silhouette climbs the wall
His empty plate is too much to take
She knows that he'll never call
It's hard to say good night, without his arms holding her tight
She's waiting for him
She's waiting for him
She's waiting for him to come home
She wakes up alone, coffee and phone
Wondering why everything hurts
Four years he's been gone and she can't move on
Constantly wearing his shirts
It's hard for her to exist, living in their last kiss
She's waiting for him
She's waiting for him
She's waiting for him to come home
Dreams in her head, he rose from the dead
They danced under the stars
The morning light stole him away
Somehow she feels okay
She's waiting for him
She's waiting for him
She's waiting for him to come home