Waco

Where the dry dust turns the sunset pink

Where all summer long it's so hot that you can't think straight

Where we pumped water from a well by hand

Half a world away from the old promised land

We understand we've been given

A new covenant, a real sharp one

And we spend our days and nights

Gaining new appreciation of its finer points

And waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves

Waiting for Jesus to come along and save us and

Biding our time, biding our time

Biding our time as best we know how

Where the Texas doughboys used to play

Before the wind blew everything away

Where we came to get away from our friends

Where we'd tell each other jokes waiting for the world to end

We know our jokes are funny

But in all the wrong ways and for all the wrong reasons

And we watch old George Romero movies

And relish the short time left

Yeah, waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves

Waiting for Jesus to come along and save us. yes, and

Biding our time, biding our time

Biding our time as best we know how