U2 - The saints are coming - live from new orleans lyrics
[U2 - The saints are coming - live from new orleans lyrics]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Superdome
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And, God, I know I'm one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down
The line went but the shadows still remain
Since your descent, your descent
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went but the shadows still remain
Since your descent, your descent
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
New birth rebirth
Trombone Shorty!
Living like birds in magnolia trees
A child on a rooftop, a mother on her knees
Her sign reads "Please, I am an American!"
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief
How long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief
What's wrong now?
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
They call the Superdome
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And, God, I know I'm one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down
The line went but the shadows still remain
Since your descent, your descent
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went but the shadows still remain
Since your descent, your descent
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
New birth rebirth
Trombone Shorty!
Living like birds in magnolia trees
A child on a rooftop, a mother on her knees
Her sign reads "Please, I am an American!"
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief
How long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief
What's wrong now?
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realize there's no reply