From the recording Pockets Full of Rain
Track 3 on the 'Pockets Full of Rain' album.
Written by Jenny Colquitt
Performed by Jenny Colquitt, David Gorst
Produced by David Gorst, Alibi Productions
Lyrics
Jesus Christ,
I’m tired of living life like I’m not here,
Mother I,
I lost myself and you again last year.
I am done, done waiting for the sun,
I’m waiting for the gun to meet me in the eyes.
But it’s too late, we already made mistakes,
Take my body and retake, throw it on the fire.
On the fire.
Brother why,
Are you so God damn tired of being alive?
Father I,
I wish you’d never told me I’d be fine.
I am done, done waiting for the sun,
I’m waiting for the gun to meet me in the eyes.
But it’s too late, we already made mistakes,
Take my body and retake, throw it on the fire.
Four long years ago, I loved you so,
But I was young, I let you go,
While burning coal and wood in late July.
Only miracles can give us hope,
We’re fighting wars and getting old,
We’ll only learn to live the day we die.
I am done, done waiting for the sun,
I’m waiting for the gun to meet me in the eyes.
But it’s too late, we already made mistakes,
Take my body and retake, throw it on the fire.
I am done, done waiting for the sun,
I’m waiting for the gun to meet me in the eyes.
But it’s too late, we already made mistakes,
Take my body and retake, throw it on the fire.
On the fire,
On the fire.

