(Ron Wood, Ronnie Lane) 



Well I shake and I shudder and I shiver

in my bath while it's cold and my windows are broken,

as my poor dog lays a-chokin' on the floor.



Well I cried to my father and my mother,

there's no justice divine, I wonder when I get mine.

'cause I'm so sick and tired of waitin' for the Lord.



I find just what it is I'm looking for



Ooh hoo hoo

Oh yeah



There's a man that wants to show me the river.

Hoofing at five I'll be more dead than alive.

I find a reason to survive when I'm too old.



Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder

on a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ?

Will I find just what it is I'm looking for ?



I find just what it is I'm looking for

I find just what it is I'm looking for

I find just what it is