I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.
x 2
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
x 2
We're living like birds in the magnolia trees
Child on the rooftop, mother on her knees
Her sign reads, "Please,
I am an American."
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until a weather change condemns belief,
the stone says (how long now?)
This paternal guide once had his day,
once had his day.
(The night watchman lets in the thief,
What's wrong now?)
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
