In that town across the water
In that town like a letter from home
In that town with its library of tiles
And addresses recalled
By Johannes Vermeer

In that town across the water
Where there are no vacant rooms
For the eyes of Johannes Vermeer
Occupy everyone

I will wait for your arrival
I will wait for your arrival
I will wait for your arrival
I will wait, my heart

Your goodbye is hard to hear
It allows a little hope
Your goodbye like a page torn from a book
It incompletes me
Like the sunrise in Montmartre
Or sunset in Borneo
There is always such sad beauty in your eyes
As you turn to go

So I wait for your arrival
I will wait for your arrival
I will wait for your arrival
I will wait for your arrival
I will wait, my heart