There is thunder rolling On the wings of this plane Below me the searchers Chase lightning and rain All who are lost Look for the light That may never burn Or flame in the night The wind finds the candles Lighted in prayer That somewhere a searcher Ends their despair Stumbles upon them Weary and wet Trading their sins For what they can get Too many times I have wandered alone Settling the contest Between flesh and bone Dropping on knees Ragged and scarred Staying awake Until sunrise beats hard Staring below I think of the lost Down there alone Making signs of the cross No one can see them This far in the sky No one to hold them Or tell them goodbye Comfort is faith In the empty night wind No reason to swear To never try again The fault is you failed By losing your way Searchers can’t save you Only hide the decay
