When the Photos Comes In

Oh, the time will come up

When the moments will be perfect

And the sky will cease to remember'

Like the stillness in the moment

Before the hurricane begins

The hour that the photos comes in

And the people will split

And the rain will hit

And the stands on the sideline will be shaking

Then the thunder will sound

And the wind will pound

And the morning will be breaking

Oh, the kids will laugh

As they swim and play in the pool

And the dogs they'll be playing

And the slides at the pools

Will proudly stand

The hour that the photos comes in

And the words that are used

To get the people confused

Will not be understood as they're spoken

For the chains of the words in the moment

Will have busted in the night

And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift

As the places shifts

And the bat will drag on the sandline

And the sun will respect

Every face on the field

The hour that the photos comes in

Then the sands will roll

Out a carpet of gold

For your weary toes to be a-touchin'

And the wise men

Will remind you once again

That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh, the foes will rise

With the sleep still in their eyes

And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'

But they'll pinch themselves and squeal

And know that it's for real

The hour that the photos comes in

Then they'll raise their hands

Sayin' we'll meet all your demands

But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered

And like Pharaoh's tribe

They'll be drownded in the tide

And like Goliath, they'll be conquered