you and I, waiting for a song
all night, straight up till the dawn
something isn’t right, so we’re waiting for a song…

everywhere, waiting for a word
till someone cares, until that sound is heard
then something isn’t right, we’re still waiting for a word…

till the whole world, in all its fragile beauty,
the whole world, in all its tattered majesty,
the whole world in all its broken glory cries aloud…

Everyone, staring at the sky,
all day (all day) watching as the clouds drift by
and hoping for a sign, we’re still staring at the sky

you and I, waiting for a song
all night, straight up till the dawn
something isn’t right, so we’re waiting for a song…

CHORUS

till the whole world, in all its fragile beauty,
the whole world, O God, ain’t that a sight to see when
the whole world in all its broken glory cries aloud…