Go to work and take your calls. Hang the fruits. of your labour on the walls. 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. fade into 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'. Baby I'm waiting. for that red letter day. You can sneer. or disappear behind a 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. Baby I'm hoping. for that red letter day. Today