Visitor کے بول

Looking out of my window, when They're coming I don't know Waiting for my visitor to come I'm waiting for My visitor to come home I can't see if they're flying I can't see if they're driving Waiting for my visitor to come I'm waiting for My visitor to come home Misty shapes on rainy days Reminding me of someone's face Turns into a crease Upon my own thinking Hard about nothing A silhouette of Something looking like My visitor will come I'm waiting for My visitor to come home Music drapes My rainy days Reminding me of Friendly places Time is off my side And in my hands People may forget my name I forget how long I've waited When they get here I can say I didn't think That you were coming Then they'll smile and say Of course we were sipping drinks And feasts alone Reminding me of empty tables Fit for kings of Empty things like me