They're Not Here, They're Not Coming

(don henley/stan lynch)



From the arizona desert

To the salisbury plain

Lights on the horizon

Patterns on the grain

Anxious eyes turned upward

Clutching souvenirs

Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears



They swear there was an accident back in '47

Little man with a great big head

Splattered down from heaven

Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies

Hidden in the desert under endless skies



Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

Post, postmodern world

No time for heroes, no place for good guys

No room for rocky the flying squirrel



They're not here, they're not coming

Not in a million years

Turn your weary eyes back homeward

Stop your trembling, dry your tears

You may see the heavens flashing

You may hear the cosmos humming

But i promise you, my brother

They're not here, they're not coming



Would they pile into the saucer

Find orlando's rat and hug it?

Go screaming through the universe

Just to get mcnuggets?

Well, i don't think so, i don't think so

It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange

Here in a world that won't give oprah no home on the range



Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

Post, postmodern world

No authenticity, no sign of soul

The radio won't play george and merle



They're not here, they're not coming

Not in a million years

'til we put away our hatred

'til we lay aside our fears

You may see the heavens flashing

You may hear the cosmos humming

But i promise you, my sister

They're not here, they're not coming



To this garden we were given

And always took for granted

It's like my daddy told me,