The Box lyrics
by Clarks



In a box, by the doorI keep a letter you sent beforeIt says keep, your head up highI'll think about you while you driveAnd when you get up on that stage you will arriveA collect phone call, the lobby's bareIt's a call to know I careIt's a postcard in the mailTo let you know I haven't failedAnd if I miss one day it's been a long, long trailWelcome to my worldI'm coming home.And in this hotel lobbyYou leave me aloneWill you be there when I returnIt's been a question of some concernAnd who's to say, what's less or moreOh, I'll be waiting at your doorAnd when I see you, I'll know what I've waited forIt's the way we see the worldThere's other ways we can't affordFrom town to town, we're sometimes lateYou hurry up and then you waitAnd when it rains you just can't stand out at the gate