I saw the posters popping up around the city Pale blue and washed-out red I went down to the arena, pushing through Hoping I'd run into you Sweet freshly-scrubbed smell of the crowd All the excitement in their eyes We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage Like an animal escaping from his cage Raise the trumpet Sound the drum He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come
All of us too dazed to leave when it was over Dawdled by the vendors for a minute Gathered underneath a summer sky I was hoping you'd pass by But though I didn't see you that day, or the next I'm pretty sure that you were there Making your way among the young and happy horde Headed down to your award Raise the trumpet Sound the drum He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
