Go to work and take your calls. Hang the fruits of your labor on the wall. With such precision and care. What does it matter if there's no one here to share?. The flowers in the garden. The wine. The "Waiting for Godot". And so much modern time. All I want. Is what you want. I'm always waiting. For a Red Letter Day. The years perfecting a stance. Of measured cool. Fading to insignificance. The moment one starts to understand. What on Earth does it. Profit a man?. All I want. Is what you want. I'm always waiting. For a Red Letter Day. For something special. Somehow new. Someone saying "I love you". Maybe I'm waiting for a Red Letter Day. You can sneer. Or disappear behind your veneer. Of self control. But for all of those who don't fit in. Who follow their instincts and are told they sin. This is a prayer for a different way. All I want. Is what you want. I'm always waiting. For a Red Letter Day. Like Christmas morning when you're a kid. Admit you love me and you always did. Maybe I'm waiting for that Red Letter Day. I'm always waiting. I'm always waiting. Waiting. For something special. Somehow new. Someone saying "I love you". Maybe I'm hoping for that Red Letter Day. Today.