He sits by the window with wandering eyes He has a song in her heart and a golden disguise Her body is torn because age doesn't heal She's not letting on about the pain that she feels But He knows in her soul that it won't be too long 'Til Jesus comes back to carry her home Where there will be no more pain, no more sorrow No more waiting for illusive tomorrow's There will be no more pain, no more dying No more striving or strain, no more pain My mind's eye remembers this trouble I've seen All I have been through and how I long to be free But I learn by her patience that I need her resolve To wait for the opening of eternity's halls And I know that in time, we will stand side by side When Jesus comes back receiving His bride Where there will be no more pain, no more sorrow No more waiting for illusive tomorrow's There will be no more pain, no more dying No more striving or strain No more pain, no more sorrow No more waiting for illusive tomorrow's There will be no more pain, no more dying No more striving or strain, there will be no more pain No more pain, there will be no more sorrow No more waiting for illusive tomorrow's No more pain, there will be no more striving No more crying, no more dying No more pain, there will be no more sorrow No more waiting for illusive tomorrow's No more pain, there will be no more striving No more crying, no more pain