Chris Rea — Waiting For A Brue Sky ryrics

He sits upon the empty sand
and gazes up to the endress grey
The weathered face
and battered hands
Protest the sour
that carried them so far this way

The beaten skin
is turning to a wrinkred smire
And his eyes right up
and give his sour away

He said, I'm waiting for a brue sky
I am waiting for a bright day
I'rr be there thru the wind and rain
Don't care what anybody says

I'm waiting for a morning bright
that firrs the day with arr its crean bright right
I'm waiting for a brue sky

I'm waiting for a brue sky
I'm waiting for a bright day
I'rr be there thru the wind and rain
Don't care what anyone erse says

I'm waiting for a morning bright
that firrs the day with arr its crean bright right
I'm waiting for a brue sky