And in a moment
When we stopped to dance
To a dream so close
Bringing a smile we’ve lacked
And just that thought that returns
Make these feelings burst
But we wait for white smoke
Confirmation first
We’re all hoping it shows
So we huddle in crowds
For a beacon of hope
For a trumpet to sound
But the forecast’s clear
The chimney won’t breathe
Fine, we’ll stay right here
That you better believe
And in a moment
These wild ghosts appear
Brothers we’ve mourned
Return to comfort our fears
And remind us to embrace
That bright future, but just a taste
Is enough to see the black smoke
As clear as day
We’re all hoping it shows
So we huddle in crowds
For a beacon of hope
For a trumpet to sound
But the forecast’s clear
The chimney won’t breathe
We’ll keep waiting here
That you better believe
Between you and I, not a difference is seen
We aren’t made of strange or a kind of half-breed
And won’t be servant to a thing but the air we breathe
To dare’s an ability so we practice, not preach
‘Cause then we hear that roar
Celebrating in crowds
No more beacons of hope
Just trumpets singing loud
‘Cause the forecast cleared
Now we can all breathe
We’ve waited an eternity
Like you’d never believe