The Waiting

Deep-digging into my record collection I stumbled across this little old gem, easily one of the simplest yet most overwhelming songs ever written about those precious longings that get us
going sometimes. What’s really lovable is that great first line; it sets the tone not only to the song, but the whole album, aptly titled “Hard Promises”. Perhaps this is why Tom will always be underrated besides the likes of Dylan or Springsteen, because there is that humanity perceivable in his lyrics, in the voice of the common man who’s telling us stories about every image seen and captured by the underdogs of this world. It reminds me of how human we could get to be.

Oh baby don’t it feel like
heaven right now
Don’t it feel like somethin’ from a dream
Yeah I’ve never known nothing quite like this
Don’t it feel like tonight might never be again
We know better than to try and pretend
Baby no one could have ever told me about this…
I said yeah yeah…

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part

Well yeah I might have chased a couple of women around
All it ever got me was down
Then there were those that made me feel good
But never as good as I feel right now
Baby you’re the only one that’s ever known how
To make me wanna live like I wanna live now

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part

Don’t let it kill you baby, don’t let it get to you
Don’t let it kill you baby, don’t let it get to you
I’ll be your bleedin’ heart, Ill be your cryin’ fool
Don’t let this go too far, don’t let it get to you


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