Lyrics
Where the dry dust turns the sunset pink
Where all summer long
it's so hot that you can't think straight
Where we pump water from a well by hand
Half a world away from the old promised land
We understand
We've been given
A new covenant
A real sharp one
And we spent
Our days and nights
gaining new appreciation of its finer points
Waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves
waiting for Jesus
to come along and save us
and biding our time
biding our time
biding our time
as best we know how.
Where the Texas Doughboys used to play
Before the wind blew everything away
Where we came to get away from our friends
Where we tell each other jokes waiting for the world to end
We know our jokes are funny
and in all the wrong ways
And we rent old George Romero movies
relish the short time left
waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves
waiting for Jesus
to come along and save us
yes and biding our time
biding our time
biding our time
as best we know how.
