John Pfeifer - vocal, acoustic & electric guitars; Matthew Scott - Synths, drums, piano, lyrics & music;
An oldie but an oldie, this one marked the third trip into a studio for us back in 1986. What began as Matt trying to write a song like John about an incident of carbon monoxide intoxication, but from a more interesting third-person point of view, somehow twanged itself up when applying traditional 4-part arranging rules to a counterpoint melody in the intro, and leaving guitar solo take #1 live in the headphones during guitar solo take #2 resulted in a happy accident Bob Ross would have been proud of. The end result answers the question no one thought to ask, namely what would happen if Air, Roger Waters, and Mazzy Star were locked in a room and forced to record a country song?
He plays it cool, he's no fool
he takes what he can get
She sees him there, and she doesn't care
she wants to just forget
He sees her eyes, and there's no disguise
there's something shining through
She's flying high, no reason why
she's got something to do
He'll wait for her
He'll wait
He makes his move, he's in the groove
he takes control of the wheel
She starts to blush, but in all thrush
she doesn't know how he feels
He'll wait for her
He'll wait
He's got someone, the only one
in his heart he knows that's true
She's got her style, and in a while
she's got someone else too
He'll wait for her
He'll wait
He'll wait for her
He'll wait
He'll wait for her
He'll wait
He'll wait for her
He'll wait