Yeah the storms will surely come
Sure as the sun sets in the sky it shall be done
From that city on the hill
We're gonna wait out till the winds do still
At the pay for view
For the chosen few
Yeah the storms are gonna come
Sure as the setting sun.
All aboard the engine number nine
Those bound for the Jordanal Texas state line
Here at the shelter for the saints
You'll find rest for the weary and the faint
Dry amidst the deluge
Inside our city of refuge
From Athens to London to Paris to Rome, the stars are gonna shine
From here to Palestine
When the angels take flight
Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night
So begins the Exodus to the land of the unclouded day
With blood bought ticket in your hand, carving out a 'trail of tears' along the way
Traveling ever homeward under crippled, angry, new America
Traveling ever homeward under crippled, angry, new America
On that railroad underground,
Those bound toward Texas till that great whistle sounds
And if the train does jump the tracks
Don't think for a second that you're getting your money back.
No exchanges!
No refunds!
Onward on foot till you see the rise of the Texas sun!
And if you make it over the Jordan
You still have to make it through the night
And if you reach the Holy City
It won't be without a fight
And at that final resting place
We shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty's saving grace
And when the bough does break
Under the Bible Belt we're safe
Where there'll be no hitting allowed
From a single storm cloud
From Athens to London to Paris to Rome
The stars are gonna shine
From here to Palestine
When the angels take flight
Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night.
With crippled wings