Waiting For A Blue Sky — Chris Rea

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 through 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 through 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