Patient Love

Passenger

Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket
I'm not gonna roll it, no, I'm not gonna smoke it
Till we're staring at the stars and the rockets
Twinkling in the silvery night
Two sips of whiskey in the flask
But I'm not gonna drink 'em
I swear I'll make it last
Till we're drinking out of the same glass again

And though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I'll wait for you

Got a Polaroid picture in my wallet
I'm not gonna tear it, no, I'm not gonna spoil it
It's an unspoken heartbreak
A heartbroken handshake
I take with me where I go
Three words on the tip of my tongue
Not to be spoke nor sung
Or whispered to anyone
Till I scream 'em at the top of my lungs again

And though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I'll wait for you

Oh, whoa
And, oh, oh, oh
I'll wait for you
Oh, whoa
And, oh, oh, oh
And I'll wait for you
Oh, oh

Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket
I'm not gonna roll it, no, I'm not gonna smoke it
Till we're staring at the stars and the rockets
Twinkling in the silvery night