Waiting for the Moment

They try to lock Him down. They try to form a wall. But the whisper

of the ball. It answers every call. Look at the left foot of

where the magic resides. And when the whistle sounds and the world is

on its feet, the rhythm of the drums is pounding in the heat.

Now lift up your hands and feel the energy rise. We sing for

the one who opens up the sky. Oh.

Oh, we're waiting for the moment. We're ready for the sign.

Lift your flag higher, every color entwined. Messiah.