Testo They're not herey're not coming Don Henley

They're not herey're not coming

(don henley/stan lynch)

From the arizona desert
To the salisbury plain
Lights on the horizon
Patterns on the grain
Anxious eyes turned upward
Clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears

They swear there was an accident back in 47
Little man with a great big head
Splattered down from heaven
Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies

Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
No room for rocky the flying squirrel

Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your weary eyes back homeward
Stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyre not here, theyre not coming

Would they pile into the saucer
Find orlandos rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the universe
Just to get mcnuggets?
Well, I dont think so, I dont think so
Its much too dangerous, its much too strange
Here in a world that wont give oprah no home on the range

Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul
The radio wont play george and merle

Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
til we put away our hatred
til we lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my sister
Theyre not here, theyre not coming

To this garden we were given
And always took for granted
Its like my daddy told me, you just bloom where youre planted.
Now you long to be delivered
From this world of pain and strife
Thats a sorry substitution for a spiritual life

(solo)
Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance
Bring back the duke of earl

Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your hopes back homeward
Hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyre not here, theyre not coming

Theyre not here, theyre not coming
Not in a million years
til we put away our hatred
And lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyre not here, theyre not coming