Waiting for a blue sky
He sits upon the empty sandAnd gazes up to the endless greyThe weathered face and battered handsProtest the soul that carried them so far this way
The beaten skin is turning to a wrinkled smileAnd his eyes light up and give his soul awayHe said, I'm waiting for a blue skyI am waiting for a bright dayI'll be there thru the wind and rainDon't care what anybody says
I'm waiting for a morning brightThat fills the day with all its clean bright lightI'm waiting for a blue sky, I'm waiting for a blue skyI'm waiting for a bright dayI'll be there thru the wind and rainDon't care what anyone else says
I'm waiting for a morning brightThat fills the day with all its clean bright lightI'm waiting for a blue sky