I'm sitting here waiting patient
for the sky to fall
I put my ear to the window
Waitin for the angels to call
And do I hear them trumpets? no . . . . no
And don't you hear them trumpet's call
And do you hear them trumpets? no . . .
Do you hear the trumpet's call
I'm sitting here waiting naked
In the garden of love
I eat of the tree of knowledge
See things as they are
I feel reality
Am I the chosen one?
The almighty oak tree
And do you hear the call of God?
Don't you heed the call of God?
All is love . . . in the hands. . .
in the hands of an angry God
I'm sitting here waiting patient
for the sky to fall
I put my ear to the window
Waiting to hear the call
And don't you hear the science
Don't you see the hell
I think I see the dragon
got you in a spell
I'm sitting here waiting patient
for the trumpets to call
Sitting here waiting patient
for the sky to fall
Hoping to hear the sounds
of the rising dead
Reaching up to take the hand
of the one that led
I'm waiting patiently
for thee to return
I don't know what will happen first
I might die and burn
