At Last Lyrics

He was a songwriter
Writing songs about a girl
She was a ghostwriter
Lying to the world
In deep anticipation
Of a day that she had written
And by her own admission
She'd be picked up, kissed, and twirled

He was a fearful boy
Watchful of the earth
Worried that it might split apart
And he wouldn't even hear it first
That he'd be caught in some position
Like a broken old physician
And worst of all
He feared that it would hurt

He's poured his heart out
There's nothing more to come of that
So when can he finally say
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh I thought you'd never ask

Oh, seven hundred letters
She cataloged them all
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And then hid them down below
She would always keep 'em
Once a year would read them
Each time she'd be thinking
Somehow he must know

She's pouring her heart out
There's nothing more to come of that
So when can she finally say
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh I thought you'd never ask

Outside of his apartment
And that it was blanketed in mist
She stood looking up at his light
And thinking what it meant
And that he was in there breathing
What it was that he was thinking
It was of her, she wished, she wished

They're pouring their hearts out
There's nothing more to come of that
So when can they finally say
At last, at last, at last, at last
Oh I thought you'd never ask
Oh ask, oh ask and ask
Oh I thought you'd never ask