An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
   Still I would never have guessed that you’d wind up here
   In a half-way house, on a dead-end street
   In a run-down part of a one-horse town
   But just do what they say, don’t worry ‘bout your girl
   ‘Cause I won't run away, and I won't run around
   And I won't let you down, and without a doubt
   I’ll be waiting, waiting
   Waiting at the gate when they let you out
   You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
   Now you’re playing solitaire in a fenced-in park
   I’m not the one to judge you, so baby don’t be scared
   No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
   I’ll be back on the ninth, I’ve circled the date
   Three o’clock sharp, and I won't be late
   You’ve been through hell I know what that’s all about
   And I’ll be waiting, waiting
   Waiting at the gate when they let you out
  
   The doctors have so little faith
   They say you were a classic case
   They said the chance is eight in ten
   They’d see you back in here again
  
   But I’m counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
   I’m imagining you, healthy and strong
   Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
   Looking like a baby picture of you
   Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
   The howling at your back, a brand new man
   Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
   And I’ll be waiting waiting
   Waiting at the gate when they let you out...