Wait for Me

I’ve been feeling under the weather
There’s a big black cloud and it’s hiding me, from you
I’d never trade in my guitar for an umbrella
But I’ll let it go, let it go, let it go
So I leave ten-thousand miles between
Me and the world I know
I ride a moped to small Ali’s
So I can come back home
I will accept the wind and rain
And I’ll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me, wait for me
It’s not too late for me
I’ll be back in a hurricane
Wait for me, wait for me
It’s not too late for me
I’ll be back in a hurricane
I’ve been getting lost in different seasons
Automatically I lost my spring
But the only summer I have to believe in
Is winter cold, winter cold, winter cold
And now I’m five-thousand miles away
From where I should be
I get a taxi to 8th street
And now I’m on my way
I will accept the wind and rain
And I’ll be back in a hurricane
Won’t stop till I see the sun
I won’t jump the gun
But I’ll let it go, let it go, let it go
Won’t stop till I see the sun
As the colours run
Let it go, let it go, let it go