Wait For Me - Lotte Kestner
He'll come to me in a dream
And I don't even know his name
A pretty mark upon his breast
To signify him from the rest
But he and I are just the same
Building bridges out of fame
He stands upon a dinner plate
And tells me
that I'll have to wait
Wait for me
I know it won't be easy
What a thing
To believe
In a dream
Perhaps I knew him long ago
I wrote him poems at nine years old
But then I become a woman
The letter slipped right through my hands
I practiced all my wit and charm
Had many boys on every arm
I learned the depths of love and hate
But never did learn how to wait
Wait for you
You say it like it's easy to do
What a thing
To believe
In a dream
I hope you know that all my life
I have been searching for a wife
A partner and a confidant
To a boy who wants the things I want
A boy who doesn't come along
'Cause he's already where I'm going
I stand upon a broken stage
I beg you darling,
please, please wait
Wait for me
I know it won't be easy
What a thing
To believe
In a dream
I believe
In a dream