The Builders And The Butchers - Find Me In The Air

Find me, oh, find me
Find me, oh, find me
in the air, Lord, in the air

Find me, oh, find me
Find me, oh, find me
in the air, Lord, in the air

(Find me, oh, find me)
(Find me, oh, find me)
(in the air, Lord, in the air)

And the wait on every man
The wait is short and great
And he who travels long, travels late

And the wait on every man
the wait is short and great
and he who travels long, travels late

You waited your whole life,
said you're lookin on for something
You look so hard and you never find nothin'
and the chances run like sand through your hands

You waited your whole life,
said you're lookin on for something
You look so hard and you never find nothin'
and the chances run like wind through your hair

Find me, oh, find me
Find me, oh, find me
in the air, Lord, in the air

And we had ourselves a time
We're readin' the Bible of the Devil
And we had ourselves a time
We're burning the bridges to the city

You waited your whole life,
said you're lookin on for something
You look so hard and you never find nothin'
and the chances run like sand through your hands

You waited your whole life,
said you're lookin on for something
You look so hard and you never find nothin'
and the chances run like wind through your hair

Find me, oh, find me
Find me, oh, find me
in the air, Lord, in the air