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