(Ron Wood, Ronnie Lane)
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 ?