You're an empty canvas ready for the paint
A breath away from what is and what ain't
And we wait, through the longest night for you to come
Take the stage, and turn up the lights, the first act's begun
A perfect creation
You're a song that's waiting to be sung
The cry of life is a holy cry of pain
Beauty born from a deep and endless ache
We never leave our searching for the place where we came from
I finally see the reason for everything I've done
A wondrous undertaking
You're a song that's waiting to be sung
The dawn is breaking, I'm the world's most lucky man
I've heard the secret and now I understand
I watch you breathe, your quiet dreaming of happy days to come
I wanna be a better man than I've become
A lesson in the making
You're a song that's waiting to be sung
These old hands have played a song or two
I look at yours and wonder what they'll do
My simple dream is lying in my arms - a tiny son
The bigger scheme enfolds us in the mystery that has come
A circle culminating
You're a song that's waiting to be sung