The Wait

I sit here all alone waiting for a call.

I drank a lot of Jack last night

but that don't matter at all.

I'd like another cigarette,

I gave my last one away.

So if my call will come in time,

could I speak with Dylan, O.K.?

Now away I flow, and like Bobby said:

“One more cup of coffee before I go”.

My gun I reload, and like Bobby said:

“One more cup of coffee before the road”.

If my call doesn't come on through,

or if the operator says “no”,

could you come down to the coffee-shop

quickly and please let me know?

Because if I will not know in time

I could wait for many years,

hoping for that one phone call

to hear Dylans voice in my ear.

Now deeper I go, and like Bobby said:

“One more cup of coffee for the road”.

My gun I reload, and like Bobby said:

“One more cup of coffee before I go - to the valley below”.