I keep waiting here in line For my ride to come in the morning She's beside me everyday Then He takes her hand without warning They look at me as though I've heard But I can't hear a single word They walk away whispering And I watch His hand as He holds hers They turn to me—they see emptiness Rise above my shoulders But I pretend that they can't see The loneliness that envelopes me So I keep waiting here in line For my ride to come in the morning The vacant space she's left behind Seems to whisper out my warning Don't sit by me—don't talk to me I'll turn my head if you look at me Cause I'm tired of waiting here in line For my ride to come in the morning Who's that coming 'round the bend Is that my name He's callin' He comes to me whispering Let me lift you up where you've fallen He takes my past, my present too And whispers words of "I love you" We walk away hand in hand And I look back at the fallen There's my vacant space in line And inside my heart O look at me, O can't you see I'm born again, I've been set free He's been callin' all the time For my ride to come For my ride to come For my ride to come In the morning ©1990 Sparrow Records/Latter Rain Music Written by Annie Herring