Elvis Waits

It's a halfway 'til morning Just got off the phone Shipping forecast on my radio I feel like a pirate on this stormy night Where pirates steal and hold on tight And I want you And I need to wait Remember the birds at montmartre They were screaming in their apartment trees Well I'm just so out of body now Out of window and onto the street Will you linger here forever and never leave And I want you And I need to wait Elvis waits In his waiting room By his winnebago in wings and collar He's a homogram he's no ordinary man He flies on the wings of a wedding dove And I want you And I need to wait