Been in this grass here for the last ten hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
How does it happen, does it fly through the air?
Oh, I gave up asking days away, I gave up asking days awayAnd now I'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Waiting for the sound of thunderHere I am, I'm the dotted line
Cut the corners stick me to your door
I'm the man who stepped off the pathAnd I just lie here it's what I was made forAnd now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my handThe world spins so fast that I might fly off
The world spins so fast that I might fly off
The world spins so fast that I might fly offI'm waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for the sound of thunderI'm waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder