Oh search the places I have been To understand this sorry state Im in The only answers I could find got lost in my tiny mind Somewhere so many years ago And oh my Lord, I cant believe All the crimes that are accused of me And now my memorys all shot Dont know if Im guilty or if Im 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've heard it often said Theres only one sure thing So Ill brace against the storm But Ill be hoping, I will be hoping That the springtime will come Maybe the sky above will break Now Im hanging on for pure survivals sake? So ashamed of what I've done And Im scared of whats to come So Ill be waiting for a storm Well, I've heard it often said Theres only one sure thing So Ill brace against the storm But Ill be hoping, I will be hoping That the springtime will come Ill 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