From the recording Sea Salt and Sawdust
Words: When I was falling for my husband Glenn, we were both among the walking wounded, albeit from different injuries. I had to give it time before ‘coming out’ to him with my feelings.
Key lyric: I can’t replace who’s missing from your heart, but maybe someday you will hit “restart”
Music: Sweet and simple finger-picking, violin, piano and percussion accents
Sounds like: Kacey Musgraves, Suzanne Vega
Credits: Marian Mastrorilli-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar; Kevin Kelly-keys; Dee Scotto-violin; Glenn Govier-bass; Chris Howard-percussion. Recorded and mixed by Kevin Kelly at The Workshoppe East.
Lyrics
Patience ©2010 Marian Mastrorilli
Though I didn’t seek an education
I’m mastering the finer points of patience
Though patience wasn’t my forte
I’ve learned some things are worth the wait
I’ll pass the test of time and get an “A”
It’s similar kinds of crosses that we bear
We have roamed through minefields of despair
Living separate lives alone
Where rationale remains unknown
Hoping to regain a sense of home
Don’t ask me what I’m waiting for
‘Cause I might have to tell you that it’s you
I wonder if you’ve even got a clue
I don’t know if you are even
Ready to forsake the grieving
Ready to partake of someone new
I can’t replace who’s missing from your heart
But maybe someday you will hit “restart”
Then I can be the one you trust
To coax the glow from ‘neath the rust
And I can go with patience if I must
Don’t ask me what I’m waiting for
‘Cause I might have to tell you that it’s you
I wonder if you’ve even got a clue
I don’t know if you are even
Ready to forsake the grieving
Ready to partake of something new
It isn’t often that I come to find
A person of your caliber, your kind
And even if you’re just a friend
I know that darlin’ in the end
Both of us can make it round the bend
Don’t ask me what I’m waiting for
‘Cause I might have to tell you, that it’s you, you
Don’t ask me what I’m waiting for
‘Cause I might have to tell you, that it’s you, you
Don’t ask me what I’m waiting for
‘Cause I might have to tell you…
That it’s you