For all my burning and desire
I can't find you in the flame
For all the shaking up I've tried
I can't find you in the quake
Oh for all my running in circles
What have I become but a little tired?
Hush, I'll wait for
You—be with me through it all
You—spirit speak, still and small
For all the hot air that I blow
I can't find you in the wind
For all the things I think I know
I know less than when I began
And oh for all my running in circles
What have I become but a little tired?
Hush, I'll wait for
You—be with me through it all
You—spirit speak, still and small
Oh for all my running in circles
What have I become but a little tired?
On and on and on and on
And oh for all my running in circles
What have I become but a little tired?
Hush now wait
For a moment, still and small
And I hear you say, "hush, now, wait"