The hours just keep moving faster day by day Bright lights and traffic The money is getting harder to come by these days Seasons are churning the tide is still turning Pressures are yearning the buildings are burning But will God ever hear the cries of the young and old No time for love and peace Because love is becoming harder to come by these days Seasons are turning the tide is still turning Pressures are yearning the building are burning
But when will we ever see the lighting of the end And when will the sunshine come down on us again When will the trumpets sound When will the angels sing When will the sky open up What will the sunshine bring But when will we ever see the lighting of the end And when will the sunshine come down on us again When will the trumpets sound When will the angels sing When will the sky open up What will the sunshine bring But when will we ever see the lighting of the end And when will the sunshine come down on us again When will the trumpets sound When will the angels sing When will the sky open up What will the sunshine bring