They say that I don't know love, I say yes I do They say they are counting love, I say I am too They mark the years with rings like a tree they say I count on smaller things, minutes, seconds, days I wait for late afternoon and you The industrious bunch through breakfast and lunch [Incomprehensible] I wait for it afternoon and you The Monday sun softly paves by two Though the book of the clerks thinking diligence works For pension and perks out due I wait for late afternoon and you If we agree to meet at three The concierge and I will see The shades are drawn, the staff is sk**ed Our lunch prepared, the champaign chilled And if we skip the duck confit Your arms and lips will reach for me These walls were meant to never speak Of songs contempt within a week So on this late afternoon with you Other salesmen reserved all the rumors they've heard That this fool may deserve a review And still I wait and I wait for you I wait for late afternoon and you