Wait
(Words & music by Bill Monaghan September 11-16, 1998)

She don’t get out much, she just sees every movie
And for her birthday, it’s the ferry to New York City
She reads good books, she’s got the best of looks
And when she’s holding that guitar, she looks so very pretty
And with one look it’s 40 years of exile
But wait until you see this girl smile

Now, I’m still trying to understand
How we got into this mixture
Cause every guy who strolls on by on the beach,
He wants her picture
And every word I utter makes the situation worse
Sure as smoke, it ain’t no joke, I’m under this girl’s curse
So maybe if I’m silent for awhile
That will make this girl break down and smile

Yes, I may have just a few quirks of my own,
Like staring at the stars to see her face
I don’t want to hold her cause I know I won’t let go
I don’t want to tell her things that I want her to know
But I don’t think that I can hardly wait…

Now maybe you’ve seen music Beethoven wrote for Elise
And maybe you’ve seen firsthand that big tower out in Pisa
And maybe you’ve seen seven seas
And purple mountain majesties
Wined and dined in palaces with your good pal Maharishi
And even if you have or have not walked along the Nile
Wait until you see this girl smile

Call it what you will, tell me that it’s juvenile
Wait until you see this girl smile