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"