If I could have that thing that I most want
If I could get that email, take that call,
Or hear that knock, that signal of my bliss,
Then I could mobilise to give my all.
But here I am in numbing, grey, dead limbo
All brio gone, my life a waiting game.
My holding pen the place I once had freedom.
From day to day my days all look the same.
Though I could wait forever, if I had to.
It's not as if I had some other plan.
If I could know that that was what you wanted
And that you'd not become some other's man.
But if, perchance, my love should come to find me
That would begin the part I really fear.
I have my doubts that I could make you happy,
Terrified we wouldn't last a year.
What if you turn out to be that bogan?
What if you want a fluffy, pretty thing?
What if you only live as my invention?
What if I find my mind's just wandering?
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you,
I want the peace and clarity of love
And fantasise harmonious alliance.
Some world in which your hand might fit my glove.