When the promises made
to the hungry man
Become bread to fill his belly
When the shadows that hide
he the corners of our eyes
Can walk the streets naked
When words are no longer
Used for lies
But turn into flesh and wonder
Then our toungue will be fire
Our breath will be rain
And our voices will be thunder

When clocks tick time
For a blue saxophone
That's curled around green lovers
When the fish in the sea
Talk to you and me
And tell us tales of our creation
When the cost of life's
Not dollars and cents
But the growth of love and wisdom
Then God will dance
In our hearts
And our hands will warm no one