Oh search the places I have been
To understand this sorry state IÂ'm in
The only answers I could find got lost in my tiny mind
Somewhere so many years ago
And oh my Lord, I canÂ't believe
All the crimes that are accused of me
And now my memoryÂ's all shot
DonÂ't know if IÂ'm guilty or if IÂ'm not
Still I try to clear my name
Well, all I can do is wait and see
If sweet salvation will come and rescue me
And all this weary flesh and bones
I still walk this path alone
Waiting for a storm
Well, I'Â've heard it often said
ThereÂ's only one sure thing
So IÂ'll brace against the storm
But IÂ'll be hoping, I will be hoping
That the springtime will come
Maybe the sky above will break
Now IÂ'm hanging on for pure survivalÂ's sake?
So ashamed of what I'Â've done
And IÂ'm scared of whatÂ's to come
So IÂ'll be waiting for a storm
Well, IÂ''ve heard it often said
ThereÂ's only one sure thing
So IÂ'll brace against the storm
But IÂ'll be hoping, I will be hoping
That the springtime will come
IÂ'll be the one to take the fall
For all these sorry sons of bitches all
And clutching at the shortest straw
A martyr without a cause
Just waiting for a storm
Oh no
All this weary flesh and bone
I still walk this path alone
Just waiting for a storm