Lyrics by John Wesley

Send up a flare when you’re finally there 
You, i can no longer defend
I stare into the west 
For some sign of the quest
That bade you go into the sun

I’m waiting, waiting for your sun to shine
Yes i’m waiting, waiting for your

The [bad word] cold, the arcs stand bold
Awaiting your triumph [bad word] We stay behind
While you’re off to find
The promise of hollywood’s forgotten sons

I’m waiting, waiting for your sun to shine
Yes i’m waiting, waiting for your