i ll keep waving til my hand doesn t stand for goodbye oh i won t stop waiting til you come home again and my hand doesn t stand for goodbye feet on the ground like the flowers you planted the ones that you left at my side the grass hasn t changed it s the same as you left it but all of the roses have died i turn around thinking you ll say it s just a dream every day since the day you had to leave oh but i keep waving til my hand doesn t stand for goodbye oh i won t stop waving til you come home again and my hand doesn t stand for goodbye covered in dust empty chairs empty tables where we used to dream of a life you in the garden with dirt on your hands while i watch as the day turns to night look around everything s perfect i didn t move a thing i couldn t change a thing out of faith out of patience and hope hope  oh but i keep waving til my hand doesn t stand for goodbye oh i won t stop waving til you come home again and my hand doesn t stand for goodbye til you come home again and my hand doesn t stand for goodbye