I’m tired of being perfect.
Perfect don’t exist with me.
Took a look in the mirror –
didn’t like what I seen.
How’s your life been without me?
Has it been rainbows and carousels?
Did you find your pot of gold?
Did you get all your thrills?
I’m waitin’ on a storm I know is coming.
I’m waitin’ on the sun to sit on down.
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin’ and my baby ain’t comin’ around.
I took a trip up to Ardmore.
Figured I’d find something more than me,
but the truth is I’m so lost that I convinced myself that I should probably leave.
So I’m waitin’ on a storm I know is coming.
I’m waitin’ on the sun to sit on down.
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin’
and my baby ain’t comin’ around.
Two, three, four
I’m waitin’ on a storm I know is coming.
I’m waitin’ on the sun to sit on down.
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin’ and my baby ain’t comin’ around.
