Songwriters: Commerford, Timothy; Cornell, Chris; Morello, Tom; Wilk, Brad;
On a cold wet afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there like a stone
I'll wait for you there alone
And on my deathbed I will pray
To the Gods and the Angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to Heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you lead me on
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there like a stone
I'll wait for you there alone, alone
And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wonder on
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there like a stone
I'll wait for you there alone, alone
