Who's to say how far we'll go...people.
And who's to play the drum when the beat has died with the dreamer.
Wake up people...
It isn't over yet. So much to do so much to say this isn't the end times because I can still hear the angels play.
I see them smile everyday
Reaching out in everyway they can
Feeding the hungry
Guiding the lost
And the footsteps of the angels lead the way
I can hear them walking where others wouldn't
and so I pray the drummer dreams again