Don Henley - They're Not Here, They're Not Coming Lyrics
(don henley/stan lynch)From the arizona desertTo the salisbury plainLights on the horizonPatterns on the grainAnxious eyes turned upwardClutching souvenirsCarrying our highest hopes and our darkest fearsThey swear there was an accident back in '47Little man with a great big headSplattered down from heavenGovernment conspiracy; cover-ups and liesHidden in the desert under endless skiesWell, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, coldPost, postmodern worldNo time for heroes, no place for good guysNo room for rocky the flying squirrelThey're not here, they're not comingNot in a million yearsTurn your weary eyes back homewardStop your trembling, dry your tearsYou may see the heavens flashingYou may hear the cosmos hummingBut i promise you, my brotherThey're not here, they're not comingWould they pile into the saucerFind orlando's rat and hug it?Go screaming through the universeJust to get mcnuggets?Well, i don't think so, i don't think soIt's much too dangerous, it's much too strangeHere in a world that won't give oprah no home on the rangeWell, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, coldPost, postmodern worldNo authenticity, no sign of soulThe radio won't play george and merleThey're not here, they're not comingNot in a million years'til we put away our hatred'til we lay aside our fearsYou may see the heavens flashingYou may hear the cosmos hummingBut i promise you, my sisterThey're not here, they're not comingTo this garden we were givenAnd always took for grantedIt's like my daddy told me, ¡°you just bloom where you're planted.¡±Now you long to be deliveredFrom this world of pain and strifeThat's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life(solo)Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, coldPost, postmodern worldNo place for sentiment, no room for romanceBring back the duke of earlThey're not here, they're not comingNot in a million yearsTurn your hopes back homewardHold your children, dry their tearsYou may see the heavens flashingYou may hear the cosmos hummingBut i promise you, my brotherThey're not here, they're not comingThey're not here, they're not comingNot in a million years'til we put away our hatredAnd lay aside our fearsYou may see the heavens flashingYou may hear the cosmos hummingBut i promise you, my brotherThey're not here, they're not coming
