Nobody knows what the soul is
and nobody's always
aware of the truth
someday somebody will call you to tell you
what the hell is
becoming of you

Anything,
to know I swear I'd do anything
to know if there is just somenthing to wait for
something to wait for
promises
your faith makes nothing but promises
you wait but nobody's coming to save you
now and forever

Nobody knows what the soul is
and nobody's always
aware of the truth
someday somebody will call you to tell you
what the hell is
becoming of you

someday somebody will call you to tell you
what the hell is
becoming of you