every minute when i hear you calling
you hide from my eyes
and you know that kinda feeling
that dream might be in sight
we put our hands together
you cold have seen better days
death will take you soon by the hand

they're calling
they're calling
you've got to lose yourself

they're calling
they're calling
they're calling for your heart
and you're thrown in

black church of america
black church of america

who are,
who are, 
who are you now?
who are,
who are you now?