Could happen any time of day, without warning
From so many miles away you’ll hear a trumpet call
Two are here, one is gone and one is left in the grip of fear.
You could be walking down the street with your partner
Smile at people that you meet along the boulevard…
When all at once the trumpet sounds and half are leaving, half are gone.
Where have they gone? All the talkin’ heads will ask
They theorize but it’s taking them to task
The truth is known later on at last; the people gasp oh my good Lord no…
Where have they gone? All the talkin’ heads will ask
They theorize but it’s taking them to task
The truth is known later on at last; the people gasp oh my good Lord no, if I had only known
When the truth is found written on the page, it is met with a silent rage.
There was time, but the time has passed now the day has come at last……
Could happen any time of day, without warning
From so many miles away you’ll hear a trumpet call
Two are here, one is gone and one is left in the grip of fear…
Could happen any time of day….can you hear me, can you hear me, can you hear me?
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