Somewhere in there, I think there was supposed to be a question
Or am I reading you all wrong?
Because, see, when you said, "Let me ask you something,"
I didn't expect a tirade.
So you're angry
I get it
So you're hurting
I know
So you're fed up with waiting
Please, I wrote the book
If you're mad that I'm patient,
Go ahead, sing your song
But if you're mad that I don't care
Then you've got it all wrong
I've sat and I've waited, hoped and anticipated
I've encouraged and prayed for the tiniest sign
I've done what I could to get you on track
I've hinted and meddled and never looked back
So when you demand with remorse and regret
"Why did you never tell me your love was so strong?"
I want to yell "Baby, I've been telling you all along
I've just been holding your hand,
Waiting for you to catch on."