waiting for a sign from the good lord
i refuse to be ignored
cause i need answers much more than food
waiting for the good lord to save me
drive you out to the country
yet we're still haunted like the ship
on this shore
and i was terrified that the dark of
the night would swallow me whole
waiting for a sign from the good lord
like the time you shaved your beard
leaving your skin naked, exposed
to my whim
waiting for the good lord to save me
take you up through the trees
up on the mountain where you first
saw my way
and i was stupefied that my prayer had
been answered right there and then
missing you was never enough
missing you was never enough
now that you're gone
gone gone gone
