Patience is a virtue

Patience is a virtue, I will name you after patience
Wanting to be there, but being able to wait
Patience is a baby that I'd really love to give you
So he can take care, 'stead of staying out late

I wake up in the morning, take my tea or coffee
Look at the world out the window
Listening to church bells, weddings, funerals
Hell of a sound, want you around

Could this be the answer, answer to all my confessions?
Are you the difference between glitter and tears?
Or is there still no reason, and I am once more mistaken
Putting all my emotions into porcelain ears

I wake up in the morning, take my tea or coffee
Look at the world out the window
Listening to church bells
Praying for you, down on my knees
What do I do?

Patience is a virtue, I will name you after patience
Patience is a baby that I'd really love to give you
Blame it on black steeples and listening to church bells ringing
Or watching the people passing me by
Weddings and funerals passing me by