There's a tribulation comin' Comin' to us all Even now it's tearin' down the country Are you preparin' for the fall? Up from the California seaboard It once was a paradise indeed But the shadow it is fallin' To fall upon an age old foolish greed Some people move to the desert Where the air is fresh and clean But they cannot get away from that smog They take it with them in their "fine machines" See them drivin' through the desert tonight Twistin' through the hills they think they're flyin' Lookin' out the window of your Chevrolet As Arizona's cryin'
How long... How long will you try to answer the question yourself? How long, how long Can't you see you're buildin' your own private hell? How long, how long?
Some people move to the mountains To climb above the muck and mire But as they turn around to look back down They see the tribulation climbin' higher and higher and higher You know it's gonna get them As long as they hold tight to their vain dreams Don't it seem we need a Saviour To show us a way, a way to be released?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
