Waiting On The Saints
F.T.Talton/Corrina Jo Music/ASCAP

Beautifully twisted, like a snake on a hot, tin roof
Juke joint dancers drinkin’ gin, one ninety proof
Move on over, let me have some room
I feel like singin’, and I believe I’ll dust my broom

The idea of a new day keeps praying on my mind
But, these day to day commotions
They just take up all my time
And I’m waiting on the saints to come
looking for the demons to run and get it all out into the sun
Yes, I’m waiting for the light to shine looking for a definite sign
Waiting on the saints, waiting on the saints to come

Shake it baby, like you never shook before
We must keep moving looking for that open door
There’s a thief back there behind us, he’s waiting for mistakes
Getting much to close for comfort with every move he makes

In and out of trouble in and out of pain
In and out of lifetimes working on this earthly plane
The circle is unbroken some attack and some protect
Everybody say they speak the truth, but no one ever checks