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
