The Wail Of The Trumpets & The Clatter Of The Hoofbeats

Sure enough, restless

Breakdown, senseless

Hot air blowing, growing endless

People terrified of winding up friendless

Brain drained, sleepless

Overload, wordless

Outside the crowds gather in the streets

Watching as history repeats

They listen so close for the wail of the trumpets

And the clatter of the hoofbeats

Plug in, full time

Turned on, high crime

Can't take your eyes off your tiny little screen

Nothing's worth a damn if it ain't the color green

Lift off, back down

What's your background?

Safe inside your home while it storms and sleets

People walking 'round with their crosses and sheets

Listen so close for the wail of the trumpets

And the clatter of the hoofbeats

I'm gonna tell you

There's something for real

You won't understand it

It's got to be something that you feel

Something that you feel

Showdown, high time

Speak up, it's your dime

I'ma listen but not for long

Being left out of the conversation don't make it wrong

Seesaw, outlaw

Up, down, I'm nobody's clown

Back at the river you don't know who you'll meet

They might be bringing poison, they might be bringing sweets

You've got to listen close for the wail of the trumpets

And the clatter of the hoofbeats

You've got to listen close for the

You've got to listen close

You've got to listen close for the

You've got to listen close

The clatter of the hoofbeats

The clatter of the hoofbeats

You've got to listen