I cleaned the apartment before he came
I vacuumed up every dust particle
I cleaned the bathtub for his arrival
I even did the laundry on a sunday

I took the m60 to laguardia
I got lost after i got off the bus
I wasn't surprised (i have a poor sense of
Direction; i could get lost in my sleep)

God, i hope i'm at the right terminal
God, i hope i smell ok

And i don't mind waiting at the airport
If i have someone nice to wait for

I wrote his name on a big piece of cardboard
As a joke to hold it up when he came
I couldn't go past the x-ray machines
I had to wait inside a barrier

God, i hope i'm in the right building
God, i hope my skin is not oily

And i don't mind waiting at the airport
If i have someone nice to wait for

I kept my eyes fixed on the people coming out
They all looked tired (i was glad i was not them)
I wondered if he'd cut his hair like he said
He would, but i bet that he chickened out

God, i hope i didn't get here too late
God, i hope my breath is not nasty

And i don't mind waiting at the airport
If i have someone nice to wait for

By the way, he finally did arrive
I gave him a hug and ten thousand kisses
And like i thought he hadn't cut his hair
But i was glad to have him home with me