Richard Bryant
I waited for you last Thursday
In the dark I sang a song
To an old hoot owl and he hooted right along
And I laughed out loud
But I guess you had to be there
I waited for you last Sunday
In the park, the pigeons and me
Then we all went to roost in a pin oak tree
We were a sight to see
But I guess you had to be there
I was counting on you to be there
I was counting the birds in the tree
What's so special about being nowhere?
Whatever it is I guess that's where you had to be
I waited for you late last night
Down on the lake haunted by loons
Acting crazy, crying at the moon
Just another night in June
But I guess you had to be there
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