Sign of the Times

We touched the stars, we walked the moon,
Still peace slips out of reach too soon.
The wires hum, the engines rhyme,
Cold hearts beat to the sign of the times.

The smoke rolls high, the rich still rise,
The poor fade out beneath the lies.
They talk of peace with loaded minds—
Another line in the sign of the times.

The skies may burn, the shadows climb,
But faith still shines through the sign of the times.
The dark may hold, the light still finds,
A way beyond these changing times.

The streets are bare, no homes, no grace,
They build more walls, we lose more space.
The hungry cry through neon shines,
We turn away from the sign of the times.

The rent climbs high, the hearts grow weak,
The truth costs more each time we speak.
The earth still burns, the rivers wind,
Slowly down through the sign of the times.

The skies may burn, the shadows climb,
But faith still shines through the sign of the times.
The dark may hold, the light still finds,
A way beyond these changing times.

We chased the world, forgot the sun,
Now all we’ve built comes all undone.
The bells still ring in warning chimes—
Can’t you see it’s the sign of the times?

The children ask what future’s near,
Their eyes show all we failed to hear.
But their hearts glow, their hope still climbs—
A light beyond the sign of the times.

The skies may burn, the shadows climb,
But faith still shines through the sign of the times.
The dark may hold, the light still finds,
A way beyond these changing times.
The skies may burn, the shadows climb,
But faith still shines through the sign of the times.
The dark may hold, the light still finds,
A way beyond these changing times.

60s psychedelic folk
Medium to fast tempo 
Intense chorus 
Male singers