When I was a little boy, I heard about the last days
Some morning when the Lord will come again
I remember how the Saints of Old sang about his coming
Guess I didn't think that much about it then
Soon the years took me far away and church became a memory
I lived my life believing they were wrong
But everyday I live I see those prophesies fulfilling
By the signs of the times, I believe it won't be long
In the east, on a cloud
He'll be coming for his children
And the monuments of sin will surely fall
I can see by the word that the day is drawing nearer
I'm not looking for the signs anymore
I'm listening for the call
Take a look in the Bible and you'll read of war and famine
You'll read about when men will fall away
Two thousand years ago upon the pages that was written
But I'm telling you it sounds just like today
In the east, on a cloud
He'll be coming for his children
And the monuments of sin will surely fall
I can see by the word that the day is drawing nearer
I'm not looking for the signs anymore
I'm listening for the call
I can see by the word that the day is drawing nearer
I'm not looking for the signs anymore
I'm listening for the call