Revelation 3:3

I went to a regional conference Where this elderly man took the stage And said my generation just doesn't fear God The way his used to back in the day He said, "We must recognize that we're guilty Without constantly feeling ashamed" He tried really hard to explain how they're different But deep down, I know they're the same I think I'm a half-decent person But still I fear fire, and locusts, and lice I'm just standing in the sunshine waiting for lightning bolts to strike When I was like ten or eleven I went to a Mariners game My dad took a drink from my ten-dollar soda As Ichiro stole second base And caught up in all the commotion I took distracted sip And the beer that my dad had been drinking was transferred From his mouth, to the straw, to my lips And I don't think that God's gonna smite me For one drop of beer mingled in with my Sprite But here I am standing in the sunshine waiting for lightning bolts to strike And I don't have much left to believe in (He doesn't believe) But at least I still have my faith (He still has his faith) And a four-digit PIN to type into the keypad when I stand at the pearly white gates I've been doing much better lately (Oh, he's doing good) But some days I still feel quite strange (Quite strange) So let's put those money lenders back into the temple Because somebody's got to make change And I don't think God plans to destroy me But I still kind of feel like he might So I'm standing in the sunshine waiting for lightning bolts to strike (Waiting, w-w-waiting) (Waiting, w-w-waiting) (Waiting, w-w-waiting) (Oh) (Waiting) (Waiting) (Waiting) (Oh) (Oh)