At Last - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

He was a songwriter writing songs about a girl

She was a ghostwriter, lying to the world

In deep anticipation of the 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

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

Is nothin' gonna come of that

So when can he finally say

At last, at last, at last, at last

Oh, I thought you'd never ask, ohh!

Oh, seven hundred letters, she catalogued them all

Dated them and numbered them and then hid them down below

She would always keep 'em, once a year would read them

Each time she'd be thinkin' "Somehow, he must know"

She's poured her heart out

Is nothin' gonna come of that

So when can she finally say

At last, at last, at last, at last

Oh, I thought you'd never ask, ohh!

Outside of his apartment, the night was blanketed in mist

She stood lookin' up at his light and thinkin' what it meant

It meant that he was in there breathin', what was it he was thinking

It was of her she wished, she wished

They're pourin' their hearts out

Is nothin' gonna come of that

So when can they finally say

At last, at last, at last, at last

Oh, I thought you'd never ask

At last, at last, at last, at last

Oh, I thought you'd never ask