Wait Until You Get Here

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Steve Postell/Little Blue
Steve Postell

Story

(When we first got to Aspen, we played in a great little club, unfortunately now gone, called The Howling Wolf. I wrote this after seeing a young singer perform there. Eric Johnson plays the beautiful guitar solo.)

Lyrics

  • She Looks at me through the eyes of a child, She thinks I'm jaded and opinionated
  • She sees me as a counterfeit bill, I revel In her Innocence.
  • So I took her to a restaurant, I ordered wine and soufle
  • It didn't matter much about the conversation, I'd said it all before this day.
  •  Just wait until you get here, You'll see what I mean
  • Just wait until you get here, Through these rivers and streams.
  •  I wandered into The Howling Wolf Cafe, I saw a kid with a guitar
  • Everyone was just loving him, So in tune with where they are
  • I ate and I drank I tried to listen to his words
  • But through the tapping of feet, His youth was all I heard.
  • Just wait until you get here, You'll see what I mean
  • Just wait until you get here, Through these rivers and streams.
  • I'm no prophet, saint or seer. Dark to light, day to night, all comes clear
  • There's no need for fear.
  •  I met an old man at Gramercy Park, He was playing chess with a friend
  • 2000 years of memories, No beginning and no end.
  • He told me he was a philosopher, A connoisseur of fine art
  • But when I asked him for his name, He said the state of man weighed heavy on his heart CHORUS

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