The Prodigal Lyrics - Amy Grant

I face the day again 

Against the window pane. 

I remain your closest friend, 

And wish you back again. 

You wonder how I feel; 

You think you've pushed too far. 

If only you could see this pen 

Scribbling down my heart. 

I'll be waiting. 

I may be young or old and gray, 

Counting the days, 

But I'll be waiting, 

And when I finally see you come, 

I'll run when I see you-- 

I'll meet you. 

But still the days drag on. 

Why did you decide to go? 

Did you only need to see 

What only time can show? 

I'll be waiting. 

I may be young or old and gray, 

Counting the days, 

But I'll be waiting, 

And when I finally see you come, 

I'll run when I see you. 

And even if 

You never do return, 

Still I will have learned 

How to love you better. 

I'll be waiting. 

I may be young or old and gray, 

Counting the days, 

But I'll be waiting, 

And when I finally see you come, 

I'll run to meet you. 

I'll be waiting. 

I may be young or old and gray, 

Counting the days, 

I'll be waiting, 

And when I finally see you come, 

I'll run to meet you.