Final Day

There’s a thing they say in our town
If it happens once it’ll come around again
Never in the same place, again
Never with the same face, again
Can you feel the movement like an earthquake
And the heavens tremble
As we do the shake again
Never get the message, again
We memorize the passage, listen
Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud
Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd
Let the people know, put it in a song
Here comes the final day and it won’t be long
Wake up, get up, stand up, catch up again
Writing’s on the wall, again
Can you hear the call, listen
Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud
Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd
Let the people know, put it in a song
Here comes the final day and it won’t be long