Annie Herring

I keep waiting here in line
For my ride to come in the morning
She's beside me everyday
Then He takes her hand without warning
They look at me as though I've heard
But I can't hear a single word
They walk away whispering
And I watch His hand as He holds hers
They turn to me—they see emptiness
Rise above my shoulders
But I pretend that they can't see
The loneliness that envelopes me
So I keep waiting here in line
For my ride to come in the morning
The vacant space she's left behind

Seems to whisper out my warning
Don't sit by me—don't talk to me
I'll turn my head if you look at me
Cause I'm tired of waiting here in line
For my ride to come in the morning

Who's that coming 'round the bend
Is that my name He's callin'
He comes to me whispering
Let me lift you up where you've fallen
He takes my past, my present too
And whispers words of "I love you"
We walk away hand in hand
And I look back at the fallen
There's my vacant space in line
And inside my heart
O look at me, O can't you see
I'm born again, I've been set free
He's been callin' all the time
For my ride to come
For my ride to come
For my ride to come
In the morning

©1990 Sparrow Records/Latter Rain Music
Written by Annie Herring