Waiting for the miracle

So I am wrapped in life and writing has taken a back seat.

Music for me is the easiest way to feel good, because it's easier than writing sometimes, because sometimes it's difficult to articulate what's really happening.

I know I usually hang my laundry out to dry on here but right now it's not an option.

These are lyrics that I needed to hear tonight, thank you Mr. Cohen.

Baby, I've been waiting, 
I've been waiting night and day. 
I didn't see the time, 
I waited half my life away. 
There were lots of invitations 
and I know you sent me some, 
but I was waiting 
for the miracle, for the miracle to come. 
I know you really loved me. 
but, you see, my hands were tied. 
I know it must have hurt you, 
it must have hurt your pride 
to have to stand beneath my window 
with your bugle and your drum, 
and me I'm up there waiting 
for the miracle, for the miracle to come. 

Ah I don't believe you'd like it, 
You wouldn't like it here. 
There ain't no entertainment 
and the judgements are severe. 
The Maestro says it's Mozart 
but it sounds like bubble gum 
when you're waiting 
for the miracle, for the miracle to come. 

Waiting for the miracle 
There's nothing left to do. 
I haven't been this happy 
since the end of World War II. 

Nothing left to do 
when you know that you've been taken. 
Nothing left to do 
when you're begging for a crumb 
Nothing left to do 
when you've got to go on waiting 
waiting for the miracle to come. 

I'm not going to put the whole song on here but some words that mean a lot to me, if you don't know this song or Leonard Cohen I strongly suggest you acquaint yourself with this amazing and Canadian poet/musician.

SO WATCH THIS YOUTUBE VID OF THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG!!!

http://youtu.be/Y-E53gmeO-8

-E.