Can we trust the sun to arise Or the stars to map the skies? Green as grass, sweet as wine What is it we rely on? And where do we go from here? It used to feel crystal clear not too long ago Waiting on the rain Waiting on the gray Waiting on the wind To blow it all in Green as grass, sweet as wine What is it we rely on? And where do we go from here? Beating heart, seeing eyes Used to see crystal clear Used to beat without fear ♪ Why must we feel so in control? What are we but breathing lungs Speaking tongues with a mind of their own With hands reaching for the touch of other hands? When we love Do we choose who we love? Do we have a say in how we feel the day? Do we take the credit or the blame for our ways? Where do we go from here? The truth never felt so near Are we mere thinking minds Or grown from a world divine? One we all can rely on Flesh and blood, stone and mud (waiting on the rain) From the earth we rely on (waiting on the gray) Flying around a star is what we are (waiting on the wind)