Lift To Experience - With Crippled Wings

Yeah the storms will surely come, (as) sure as the sun sets in the sky it shall be done
From that city one the hill, we're gonna wait out till the winds do still
At the pay for view, for the chosen few, yeah the storms are gonna come, sure as that setting sun
All aboard the engine number nine, those bound for the Jordan our Texas state line
Here at the shelter for the saints, you'll find rest for the weary and the faint
Dry amidst the deluge inside our city of refuge
From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome, the stars are gonna shine, from here to Palestine
When the angels take flight deep from the heart of the dark Texas night

So begins the Exodus to the land of the unclouded day
With blood bought ticket in your hand, carving out a 'trail of tears' along the way
Traveling ever homeward under (a) crippled, angry, new America
Traveling ever homeward under (a) crippled, angry, new America
On that railroad underground, those bound toward Texas till that great whistle sounds
And i the train does the tracks, don't think for a second that you're getting your money back
No exchanges, no refunds. Onward on foot till you see the rise of the Texas son
(New America, new America, our song.)

And if you make it over the Jordan, you still have to make it through the night
And if you reach the Holy City, it won't be without a fight

And at that final resting place
We shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty's saving grace
And when hte bough does break
Under the Bible Belt we're safe
Where there'll be no hitting allowed
From a single storm cloud
From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome

The stars are gonna shine
From here to Palestine
When the angels take flight
Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night
With crippled wings