There's Someone Waiting - Mark Eitzel

The wind holds us like ears of corn

We listen with our eyes closed

All we know is the sun

With the wind we grow to the sun

We keep our place in line

We move slowly inch by inch

We stare at the gate

We show papers to the guard

I pray the harvest comes

'Cause when the harvest comes

I know there someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

Oh, give the blind their victory

Their toxic eyes, their empty lives

Let 'em go, set them free

'Cause when the harvest comes

I know there someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me

There’s someone waitin' for me