Shake, Shudder, Shiver - Faces

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?