[Verse 1 – he] He sits at the gate at four o'clock he has done it for eleven years [Verse 1 – she] Nobody told him about the bus he just knows when it appears [Chorus – both] And waiting is a kind of love nobody has to teach and waiting is a kind of love and he has it in reach [Verse 2 – he] When I'm late he does not sulk [Verse 2 – she] he simply waits some more [Chorus – both] And waiting is a kind of love standing at the door
