Testo Lost As A Lamb

i fell off, off of the road. wars were fought and bodies were cold. i was lost, lost as a lamb. i was lost till you took my hand. i am waiting on your phone call. i'm waiting in a beat up car. i am waiting till you tell me to leave. oh, my love, how can this be? i was made only for thee. sweet new york, i'm coming home. the streets are cold and we're feeling warm. i am waiting on a phone call. i am waiting in a beat up car. i am waiting till you tell me goodbye. i am lying on a cold floor. i am wishing you would bleed me dry. i am waiting till you tell me "i love you."