Here's the story of a drifter, A man without a home. The story of a body searching for a soul (Searching for a soul). He filled his mind with lyrics and ... Music filled his voice. So he couldn't build a house instead He wrote a song (Instead he wrote a song). The things we all should know And we won't figure out. He walked, he run, Climbed and crawled, He stopped to watch the dawn. He began to sing his song Waiting for the storm (Waiting for the storm). It was not about disaster It was not 'bout love Was about mystery And secrets of being born... The things we all should know And we won't figure out. We won't be right or wrong We'll only feel small People cry and I die. What's the point of been alive The things we all should know And we won't figure out. We won't be right or wrong, We will feel small. The things we all should know The things we all should know The things we all should know And we won't figure out Waiting for the storm.