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 

Flowers in the garden
blue 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