I looked for you in everyone
I looked between the moon and the sun
I look for you in girls that are not
Even resembling the picture I've got

I asked if you were seen down the park
Old men on benches, they had not
I looked in churches, cemeteries and bars
I looked in the void between the stars
All the while

I might have known
You were waiting home yeah
You get tired of waiting
For me baby
For me baby

I asked if you were seen down in hell
Prophets of bad weeather couldn't tell
I searched in brothels, and I looked
For your name in every library book

I showed your picture to the man
Working at the newspaper stand
Been looking every waitress in the eye
I looked from the gutter right up to the sky

I might have known
You were waiting home yeah
You get tired of waiting
For me baby
For me baby