Don Henley - They're Not Herey'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, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, coldPost, postmodern worldNo time for heroes, no place for good guysNo room for rocky the flying squirrelTheyre not here, theyre 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 brotherTheyre not here, theyre not comingWould they pile into the saucerFind orlandos rat and hug it?Go screaming through the universeJust to get mcnuggets?Well, I dont think so, I dont think soIts much too dangerous, its much too strangeHere in a world that wont give oprah no home on the rangeWell, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, coldPost, postmodern worldNo authenticity, no sign of soulThe radio wont play george and merleTheyre not here, theyre not comingNot in a million yearstil we put away our hatredtil we lay aside our fearsYou may see the heavens flashingYou may hear the cosmos hummingBut I promise you, my sisterTheyre not here, theyre not comingTo this garden we were givenAnd always took for grantedIts like my daddy told me, you just bloom where youre planted.Now you long to be deliveredFrom this world of pain and strifeThats a sorry substitution for a spiritual life(solo)Well, its a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, coldPost, postmodern worldNo place for sentiment, no room for romanceBring back the duke of earlTheyre not here, theyre 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 brotherTheyre not here, theyre not comingTheyre not here, theyre not comingNot in a million yearstil we put away our hatredAnd lay aside our fearsYou may see the heavens flashingYou may hear the cosmos hummingBut I promise you, my brotherTheyre not here, theyre not coming
