The Score

Midway between the ocean and the shore
I stood with you against the enemy.
You said you couldn't say who it might be,
But I stood there, with you, just like before,
And every time, like this time, in the roar
Of waves sounding a lot like destiny,
Nobody came. I waited patiently;
You laughed, assuring me, "I know the score."

The score is nothing-nothing, nil to nil,
A big fat zero, love-love. Now the dawn
Is breaking, sweetheart, and the night is gone.
I thought eventually you'd have your fill
Of vague anticipation. There's no thrill
In all this waiting any more. Come on.