The Box — текст песни (clarks)

In a box, by the door
I keep a letter you sent before
It says keep, your head up high
I`ll think about you while you drive
And when you get up on that stage you will arrive
A collect phone call, the lobby`s bare
It`s a call to know I care
It`s a postcard in the mail
To let you know I haven`t failed
And if I miss one day it`s been a long, long trail
Welcome to my world
I`m coming home.
And in this hotel lobby
You leave me alone
Will you be there when I return
It`s been a question of some concern
And who`s to say, what`s less or more
Oh, I`ll be waiting at your door
And when I see you, I`ll know what I`ve waited for
It`s the way we see the world
There`s other ways we can`t afford
From town to town, we`re sometimes late
You hurry up and then you wait
And when it rains you just can`t stand out at the gate