Waiting for a Blue Sky

He sits upon the empty sand and gazes up to the endless grey

The weathered face and battered hands

Protest the soul that carried them so far this way

The beaten skin is turning to a wrinkled smile

And his eyes light up and give his soul away

He said, I'm waiting for a blue sky

I am waiting for a bright day

I'll be there thru the wind and rain

Don't care what anybody says

I'm waiting for a morning bright that fills the day with all its clean bright light

I'm waiting for a blue sky

I'm waiting for a blue sky

I'm waiting for a bright day

I'll be there thru the wind and rain

Don't care what anyone else says

I'm waiting for a morning bright that fills the day with all its clean bright light

I'm waiting for a blue sky