(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 ?