The Moment Drivin’ home at night in the pouring rain; why the moment strikes don't ask me to explain. Suddenly I see a place deep in the night where nothing’s ever wrong, even if nothing’s going right. Waiting for my luck to change, waiting for the dawn. Waiting for my luck to change, I’ve been waiting for so long. Drivin’ home at night: its still pourin’ rain; thinking ‘bout the moment, how magically it came. Unbidden but not unwelcome, silent but not unseen, somewhere I will go, or have already been. Waiting for my luck to change, waiting for the dawn. Waiting for my luck to change, I’ve been waiting for so long. Drivin’ home at night in the pouring rain; I don’t know if the moment will ever come again. You can’t anticipate or control consciousness: some things in the dark just happen, I guess. Waiting for my luck to change, waiting for the dawn. Waiting for my luck to change, I’ve been waiting for so long.