Waiting, for spring to arrive, Waiting, for Summer,
I sing myself a nursery rhyme,
I’m counting sheep, I’m biding time,
For bigger dreams and uphill climbs,
I’ve come to call my own.
Redemption lingers round the bend,
Its blessed light at tunnels end,
But I confess to you my friend, I’m weary

Waiting, for spring to arrive, Waiting, for Summer,
When I can let my spirit soar,
When death’s no longer at the door,
When music fills this place once more, like a beacon in a storm.
And God forgive the mess they’ve made,
And we won’t have to be afraid,
A better day is coming but I’m weary,

BRIDGE
Wait and see, (Wait and see – echo),
What the future will be.
Where the wind will carry me,
Cause this moment’s all I see.

Wait and see, (Wait and see – echo),
Is this a new reality?
Is there no recovery?
Will the curtain rise for me?

Waiting, for truth to arrive, Waiting, for leaders,
When truth’s been a revolving door,
That spins us till our heads are sore,
With leaders spouting nothing more than bigotry and fear.
And God forgive the mess they’ve made,
And we won’t have to be afraid,
A better day is coming but I’m weary.

Outro
Waiting, and Waiting, I’m Waiting.