I’m gonna sit next to the family radio and wait for the sky to call me up,
Wait with the wireless hour upon day.
For no human force will get in my way.
A ship I will sail to the prophet of parades,
And my sign I will hold,
With truth written in bold.
Truth I said, written in yellow on a tar black sign.
Holding it up to the sky while folk run wild in directions all loose,
But my time is now and I stand where I choose.
I hear the crack of the start of the night,
Where the pointlessness of wars and everlasting fights
Come crashing down in a sky scraping wave,
And I face the wall with my sign.
I will be saved.
Eyes close now for the rushing of the sound as I see the king standing tall in the crown.
Hands held up high as we follow what we love,
And the wave comes crashing down from above.
Out to the ocean with no alone time
As I float to the sky with my yellow painted sign…
Hold up tall and rapture be told, hear the words that call, the words that call.
Onwards be bold, onwards be gold.