Theodosia writes me a letter ev'ry day.
I'm keeping her bed warm while her husband is away.
He's on the British side of Georgia.
He's tryin' to keep the colonies in line.
He can keep all of Georgia.
Theodosia, she's mine.

Love doesn't discriminate
between the sinners
and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
and we keep loving anyway.

We laugh and we cry
and we break
and we make our mistakes.

And if there's a reason I'm by her side
when so many have tried
then I'm willing to wait for it.
I'm willing to wait for it.

My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher,
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya.
My mother was a genius
My father commanded respect.
When they died they left no instructions.
Just a legacy to protect.

Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
it takes and it takes and it takes
and we keep living anyway.

We rise and we fall
and we break
and we make our mistakes.

And if there's a reason I'm still alive
when everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it.
I'm willing to wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wait for it
I am the one thing in life I can control<br>
Wait for it
I am inimitable
I am an original
I'm not falling behind or running late
I'm not standing still,
I am lying in wait