Lyrics
As the fire burns out. Cold like a winter rain
My eyes see nothing now. Where I’m walking I cannot say
The blood’s been shed. I’m just waiting on the pain
I think of you. I think I always will
I thought I could never lose. Thought I could hold time still
The blood’s been shed. I’m just waiting on the pain
There’s a church house, out on the edge of town
These old musty smells, they gather round
The blood’s been shed. I’m just waiting on the pain
Moonlight shines, through dark windowpane
It’s all so quiet now. So many things have changed
The blood’s been shed. I’m just waiting on the pain
I dreamed I saw outside these crumbling walls
A well of tears. Dead trees beginning to fall
The blood’s been shed. I’m just waiting on the pain
Harriet Beecher Stowe, was a friend of mine
She touched my soul. I’m glad she’s still alive
The blood’s been shed. I’m just waiting on the pain