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3 days till(A)

[Verse 1] Three days till twenty-four years, I marked it on the wall A little chair by the mirror, a dress I never wore at all I want my hair done pretty, my hands painted bright Maybe a table for two beneath a porch light [Pre-Chorus] But the second place is empty And the room gets cold by dawn I keep leaving half the blanket For somebody who won't come [Chorus] Where are you, my love, the one I haven't met? I keep a place inside my heart that isn't taken yet I don't need a grand parade, just arms that don't let go Someone who remembers me before I have to ask them so If I turn fifty-eight alone, let the birthday candles prove I am still here, still hoping, still worthy of being loved by you [Verse 2] The house has rented rooms now, strangers passing through the hall I smile and say I'm doing fine, but I don't say much at all I count the bills and quiet hours, I work to make ends meet Then dream your hand is reaching for me, and wake up to the sheets [Pre-Chorus] They say the right one finds you Like a river finds the sea But my soulmate keeps on hiding Somewhere far away from me [Chorus] Where are you, my love, the one I haven't met? I keep a place inside my heart that isn't taken yet I don't need a grand parade, just arms that don't let go Someone who remembers me before I have to ask them so If I turn fifty-eight alone, let the birthday candles prove I am still here, still hoping, still worthy of being loved by you [Bridge] And if you only visit in the dreams I can't hold on to I will still wash my face, put on my favorite shoes I will take myself out somewhere, let the evening start Maybe love is late, not lost; maybe it begins inside my heart [Final Chorus] Where are you, my love? I won't pretend I'm not afraid But every year I make it through is another promise made I want a date, a gentle voice, a reason to believe Yet tonight I'll choose my own name and give myself what I need When I turn fifty-eight alone, let every candle prove I am still here, still tender, still worthy of being loved too [Outro] Three days till twenty-four years I open up the door If you are finding your way to me I am worth arriving for