patience is a blanket in an April thunder storm
share it with a memory
wrap her tight and keep her warm
lay down your pride every time the lightening strikes
tell her the rain ain't cold while you're trembling inside
you're on your own, you're on your own
laughter was the melody woven in our song
captured in this photograph of a love that came on strong
caught by surprise in the last frost before spring
blossomed for a moment, but maybe just not meant to be
now i'm waiting, yes i'm waiting
waiting for the summer winds to blow
waiting for the heartache to fall from my window
it's over, yes it's over
waiting for the summer winds to blow
promise is a broken word beneath the weight of day
cast aside like an empty stone on a long forgotten grave
buried on the outskirts, deep beneath the grain
future lies frozen, planted in vain
it's waiting, yes i'm waiting
waiting for the summer winds to blow
waiting for the heartache to fall from my window
it's over, yes it's over
waiting for the summer winds to blow
silence is a wrecking ball crashing through my dreams
scattered in the echoes a voice calls out to me
painted on the whispers, every fear that i have found
like wolves they circle through the pines ready to take me down
they're waiting, yes i'm waiting
waiting for the summer winds to blow
waiting for the heartache to fall from my window
it's over, yes it's over
waiting for the summer winds to blow
waiting for the summer winds to blow
waiting for the summer winds to blow