There's a different time comin'
A bad taste in the wind
The panhandle's burning and
The winter's blowing in
Hard times for the stranger:
No one keeps them anymore
No one learns their lesson
They just bar the door
Trees on the greenbelt turn a Lipton brown
Justice just in letter...
No salvation from the weather...
I hope we are together when it all comes down
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
On the day the phones go dead
Before the hungry come around
When the big boys loose their manners
And the children torch the town
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
Tell John he was right
And carry what you can
From the city's stock of stories
Stacked till they can't stand
Ramona has a closet
Full of cans she keeps around
She says she's scared of starving
When it all comes down
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
On the day the phones go dead
Before the hungry come around
When the big boys loose their manners
And the children torch the town
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
No one cares for the fallen;
The clinics doors are locked
No one here remembers—
Cassandra's cries are mocked
Beating plows into pistols
Planting brothers 'neath the ground
A hollow harvest rises:
It all comes down
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
On the day the phones go dead
Before the hungry come around
When the big boys loose their manners
And the children torch the town
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
I hope you understand
Why I've chosen now to call
I know that we agreed to
Let this conversation fall
But there's different times comin'
Hard times to be alone
I hope that you can hear me
I hope you find this stone
There's just what you brought with you
And can wrap your arms around
If the Rapture doesn't take you
I will not forsake you
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
I hope I am with you when it all comes down
On the day the phones go dead
Before the hungry come around
I'll leave nothing but a letter
For those I would be found:
"I've gone to be with you when it all comes down."
