I shake and I shudder and I shiver
in my bath while it''s cold and my windows are broken,
as my poor dog lays a-chokin'' on the floor.

I cried to my father and my mother,
there''s no justice divine,
I wonder when I get mine.
''cause I''m so sick and tired of waitin'' for the Lord.

I find just what it is I''m looking for

There''s a man wants to show me the river.
Hoofing at five I''ll be more dead than alive.
I find a reason to survive when I''m too old.

Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder
on a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ?
Will I find just what it is I''m looking for ?