faces
shake, shudder, shiver
(Ron Wood, Ronnie Lane) I shake and I shudder and I shiver in my bath while it's cold and my windows are broken, as my poor dog lays a-chokin' on the floor. I cried to my father and my mother, there's no justice divine, I wonder when I get mine. 'cause I'm so sick and tired of waitin' for the Lord. I find just what it is I'm looking for There's a man wants to show me the river. Hoofing at five I'll be more dead than alive. I find a reason to survive when I'm too old. Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder on a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ? Will I find just what it is I'm looking for ?.