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