The Visions Of The Holy Ghost

I never spoke with god

but always missed him in heaven

all chances that I've took

were those that were given

cruising around in an unknown life

in blind search for career

alone in skyscraper town

with a heart that's full of fear

Now the wind blows harder from coast to coast

thunderstorms are what they fear the most

windows are shut doord are closed

these are the visions of the holy ghost

Silence became my only master

it stops me going faster and faster

I'm riding on an unknown train

destination unknown but I feel good again

In an world where only money rules

Where the wise men slowly turn to fools

There's nothing real in what they tell

so let these prophets go to hell

now the wind...

Be quiet now hear the thunders roar

nothing will remain as before

everybody turns off the light

because the holy ghost won't sleep tonight

now the wind...