Yeah, the storms will surely come
Sure as the sun sets in the sky, it shall be done
From that city on the hill
We're gonna wait it out 'til the winds do still
At the pay for view, for the chosen few
Yeah, the storms will surely come
Sure as that setting sun
All aboard the engine number nine
Those bound for the Jordan on Texas state line
Here at the shelter for the saints
You'll find rest for the weary and the faint
Dry amidst the deluge in our city of refuge
From Athens to London to Paris to Rome
The stars are gonna shine
From here to Palestine
When the angels take flight
Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night
So begins the exodus
To the land of the unclouded day
With blood-bought ticket in your hand
Carving out a trail of tears along the way
Traveling ever homeward under
Crippled, angry, new America
Traveling ever homeward under
A crippled, angry, new America
On that railroad underground (Traveling ever homeward under)
Those bound toward Texas (A crippled, angry)
'Til that great whistle sounds (New America)
And if the train does jump the tracks (Traveling ever homeward under)
Don't think for a second (A crippled, angry)
That you're getting your money back (New America)
No exchanges, no refunds (New America)
Onward on foot 'til you see the rise of the Texas sun (New America)
Our song
And if you make it over the Jordan
You still have to make it through the night
And if you reach the holy city
It won't be without a fight
And at that final resting place
We shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty's saving grace
And when the bough does break
Under the Bible Belt, we're safe
Where there'll be no hitting allowed
From a single storm cloud
From Athens to London to Paris to Rome
The stars are gonna shine
From here to Palestine
When the angels take flight
Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night
With crippled wings