By Chas Sanford and Damon Metrebian

© 1986 Fallwater Music, ASCAP.



I've been thinking about the time that we're spending here

Refuges in a world gone cold

The voice of reason can't seem to find a listening ear

The vote is out, the bell still tolls

I can't shake this feeling

We're crawling closer to the edge



Yet we still go out, walk about, chit and chatter

Let the problems of the world go by

I don't really want to wake up to the pitter patter

Of little bombs falling from the sky



Tell me that we're really all strangers

Tell me I'm not right

Tell me that there isn't any danger

Tell me in the dark of the night



When the thunder comes

From distant drums

The winds will blow

The dreams of man into the indigo



There's got to be a way to stop it! Stop it!

Cause there's no turning back once we cross that line

And all your money in the right pocket

Can't buy you any time

A chilling wind feels so near

Will I live to meet my darkest fears



When the thunder comes

From distant drums

The winds will blow

The dreams of man into the indigo



We'll see the shifting of sands

 And the fall of mighty lands

Great peace will finally dawn

As we meet our maker

When the thunder comes



When the thunder comes

From distant drums

We'll all be one When the thunder comes

The winds will blow

The dreams of man into the indigo



When the thunder comes, thunder comes, thunder comes