Now Is the Day

All the way from America, your riding in to town

With your head in the Snowplains you hardly touched the ground

You tell me how its gonna be

You tell me how its gonna be

All the way from the badlands, you read between the lines

Reaching out for the sick hands, to all the tiny minds

You show me where you're gonna go

You show me where you're gonna go

Now is the day that we've been longing to start -

They don't understand your point of view

Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart

And take all the pain you're going through

It's in the fields and the alleyways, its burning through the town

Crawling out from the subway, to turn up over ground

You tell me how its gonna be

You tell me how its gonna be

Well I believe in another way - that you couldn't understand

We'll see a chance in a new day and seize it from your hand

Don't tell me how its gonna be

Don't tell me how its gonna be

Now is the day that we've been longing to start -

They don't understand your point of view

Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart

And take all the pain you're going through

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Written by Glen Wisbey and Barney Miller

©1998 Blue October / A Different Drum All rights reserved

Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission