The waves crash in, the tide rolls out,
It's an angry sea, but there is no doubt that the lighthouse will keep shining out to warn a lonely sailor,
And the lightning strikes, and the wind cuts cold through the sailor's bones, through the sailor's soul 'til there's nothing left that he can hold except a rolling ocean.

Oh, I am ready for the storm,
Yes sir, ready,
I am ready for the storm,
I'm ready for the storm.

Oh, give me mercy for my dreams, 'cause every confrontation seems to tell me what it really means to be this lonely sailor,
When the sky begins to clear, the sun it melts away my fear, and I shed a silent weary tear for those who mean to love me.

Oh, I am ready for the storm,
Yes sir, ready,
I am ready for the storm,
I'm ready for the storm.

The distance, it is no real friend, and time will take its time,
And you will find that, in the end, it brings you me: this lonely sailor,
And when you take me by the hand and you love me, Lord, you love me,
And I should have realized I had no reasons to be frightened.

Oh, I am ready for the storm,
Yes sir, ready,
I am ready for the storm,
Yes sir, ready,
I am ready for the storm,
Yes sir, ready,
I am ready for the storm,
I'm ready for the storm.