From the recording Blue Ridge Mountain Time: Songs from Wildacres
(2018): prompt I’m waiting OR I’m not waiting (this was also a reflection the Somerset Place visit). Richard Putnam on organ.
Lyrics
I’m waiting on the truth
when all you have are lies
I’m waiting for the smoke to clear;
my unrest to subside
I’m looking for another path
than this one that I’m on
The next best opportunity
Don’t look for me – I’m gone
I’m waiting
Contemplating
Waiting
I’m waiting for the sun to set
and for the moon to rise
I’m waiting for the midnight hour
and darkness to disguise
Steal away, upon my lips,
hear the thunder call
Forget more than remember,
dreaming most of all
I’m waiting
Tempt fating
Waiting
It’s now or never whispers the wind
Take this chance it won’t come again
If you let this night pass away
What will you wake up to, come the day?
This world may have the power
but it won’t claim me
This world may have a voice
but it don’t speak for me
I’m not asking for permission
to set me free
Each step I take’s the one I choose –
don't hinder me
I’m not waiting
Not hesitating
Not waiting
It’s now or never whispers the wind
I’m taking this chance it might not come again
If I let this night pass away
What will I wake up to come the day?