| Forty days with a heart like a stone
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| Forty nights feeling cold and alone
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| Like a stranger 'cause it’s been so long
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| It’s not You but it’s me who’s gone
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| Try to pray, bow my head but life gets in the way
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| And I don’t even know what to say
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| What I’d give for a change
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| How long will it be this way?
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| This complacency is wearing on me
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| All my passions turned to apathy
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| I could get up and follow You and find my faith from before
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| Don’t know what I’m waiting for
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| I have done what I thought I should do
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| All these years that I’ve spent serving You
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| Tell me how did I end up like this?
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| With doubt in my heart and my hands in a fist
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| This complacency is wearing on me
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| All my passions turned to apathy
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| I could get up and follow You and find my faith from before
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| Don’t know what I’m waiting for
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| Maybe You shining white or a blood red sun
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| Maybe some other sign that may never come
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| Maybe I must believe before I can see
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| What I’m waiting for
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| Maybe You shining white or a blood red sun
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| Maybe some other sign that may never come
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| Maybe I must believe before I can see
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| What I’m waiting for, what I’m waiting for
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| This complacency is wearing on me
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| All my passions turned to apathy
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| I could get up and follow You and find my faith from before
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| Don’t know what I’m waiting for |