I Wait For Late Afternoon And You - Patricia Barber

They say that I don’t know love, I say yes I do They say they are counting love, I say I am too

They mark the years with rings like a tree they say

I count on smaller things, minutes, seconds, days

I wait for late afternoon and you

The industrious bunch through breakfast and lunch

I wait for it afternoon and you

The Monday sun softly paves by two

Though the book of the clerks thinking diligence works

For pension and perks out due

I wait for late afternoon and you

If we agree to meet at three

The concierge and I will see

The shades are drawn, the staff is skilled

Our lunch prepared, the champaign chilled

And if we skip the duck confit

Your arms and lips will reach for me These walls were meant to never speak

Of songs contempt within a week

So on this late afternoon with you

Other salesmen reserved all the rumors they’ve heard

That this fool may deserve a review

And still I wait and I wait for you

I wait for late afternoon and you