This letter won't make it home Before I arrive tomorrow While it's sorted and lost in the post I'll be back in time for lunch But just for the books, just for the record Here's the response you've been craving for months So I hope that it's worth Hope that it's worth the waiting I can picture your facial expression When I arrive tomorrow You'll be laughing, yet blinking to fight back those tears You can't withhold And if I know you, you'll throw a party You'll go overboard, more than you should afford Well I hope that I'm worth, Hope that I'm worth the waiting And although I know that I'm far from worth I'm far from worth the waiting Please, say that I'm worth Just tell me I'm worth it, that I'm worth it Well, this letter won't make it home Before I arrive tomorrow But I'd give it, what, a couple of days And you'll check the letterbox You'll laugh out loud, run back up the driveway Burst through the door, drop the bills on the floor And you'll read this to me, every last word And you'll place it away on the fridge for display And you'll hold me just like you did back in those days And what I long to hear would be breathed in my ear That I've always been worth Somehow, always been worth the waiting