There's a telephone smile and it's begging me so To pack all my things and make this long journey home There's a dark icy road and there's a man on TV And he's talking so fast about the reasons why I can't leave There's a bottle of beer on a bus driver's mind There's a time and a place and he's eager to find There's a waitress' birthday on the second of June And it's taking forever for her to turn twenty-two There's a saying in my mind I've heard it before They're the kind of words that you start to ignore It's less of a truth than a question of time That good things come to those who wait So how long will I wait? Oh how long will I wait? Oh how long will I wait? How long will I wait?