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