It's the threat of the century And I need to lie down Treading ever so gingerly Trying to find ground 'Cause you know when you walk so long In your head it feels oh so wrong We're not alone No We're not alone At the end At the end of these long roads We will gather there With our hands in the air At the end At the end of these long roads We will gather there With our hands in the air In my mind it's a symphony In which I rely To get me through this epiphany And to keep me up tight 'Cause you know when the beat is wrong Simple timing can be so hard We're not alone At the end At the end of these long roads We will gather there With our hands in the air At the end At the end of these long roads We will gather there With our hands in the air At the end At the end of these long roads We will gather there With our hands in the air At the end At the end of these long roads We will gather there With our hands in the air It's the threat of the century