A Red Letter Day

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 it 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