Youthfully, I have loved   With a fervent fire I've felt how it burned   I've watched the flame grow bright and proud   And the ache of change as it started to turn      I've watched a heart wandering   Make violent ashes of a home   Or just calmly fade out   It may seem that I haven't had time   To feel tattered and torn, uneasy or tired   But for all I've got left, I'm not throwing it around      I'm waiting for my man   To come along and save me from this mess   It might hit us like a brick   Or we might fall on accident   But we'll know, we will know      You're young, have fun   While your skin is seamless   While there's flush on your lips      You can go home with whoever you want   You can be a siren, you can be a temptress   Oh, but I've played and been played before   I have held out my hand, just to see who might take it   What's the point of dancing with no color in your step?   What's the use of seamless skin   If you've got no one to draw in the lines with?      I'm waiting for my man   To come along and save me from this mess   It might hit us like a brick   Or we might fall on accident   But we'll know, we will know      I wonder if he's tired too   If he's dragging his feet through the moves   Just like I do   I am not focused on losing my faith   Though I'm human in this need   I've got a quiet but certain patience for this thing