We sleep when and where we can

And I don't know the last weekend we saw

Cause nobody really knows

Which way to the river and which to the road?

Which way is the war and which the retreat?

Which way are the joyful tears of release?

Been counting the days for most of our lives

And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize

Looks like we're alive

But it looks like we're all eyes

And no ears to hear

The trumpets so near

The trumpets so clear

The trumpets so near

The jungle is filled with such life

Creatures moving all day and all night

Some are hunting for just her kind

As she stands there under that streetlight

In her visions she speaks like a sword

And diseases aren't left to find their cures

On 12th Street tonight

Been counting the days for most of our lives

And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize

Looks like we're alive

But it looks like we're all eyes

And no ears to hear

The trumpets so near

The trumpets so clear

The trumpets so near



The trumpets so clear



The trumpets so near