Oh search the places I have beenTo understand this sorry state IÂ'm inThe only answers I could find got lost in my tiny mindSomewhere so many years agoAnd oh my Lord, I canÂ't believeAll the crimes that are accused of meAnd now my memoryÂ's all shotDonÂ't know if IÂ'm guilty or if IÂ'm notStill I try to clear my nameWell, all I can do is wait and seeIf sweet salvation will come and rescue meAnd all this weary flesh and bonesI still walk this path aloneWaiting for a stormWell, I'Â've heard it often saidThereÂ's only one sure thingSo IÂ'll brace against the stormBut IÂ'll be hoping, I will be hopingThat the springtime will comeMaybe the sky above will breakNow IÂ'm hanging on for pure survivalÂ's sake?So ashamed of what I'Â've doneAnd IÂ'm scared of whatÂ's to comeSo IÂ'll be waiting for a stormWell, IÂ''ve heard it often saidThereÂ's only one sure thingSo IÂ'll brace against the stormBut IÂ'll be hoping, I will be hopingThat the springtime will comeIÂ'll be the one to take the fallFor all these sorry sons of bitches allAnd clutching at the shortest strawA martyr without a causeJust waiting for a stormOh noAll this weary flesh and boneI still walk this path aloneJust waiting for a storm
