Feel the calling of a miracle
In the presence of the word
Now we hold the right to rearrange
How the stories can be heard
In the beginning is the future
And the future is at hand
I'll be calling voices of Africa
Be the rhythm to the plan
From the Congo to Lenasia
Be the writing on the wall
I'll be calling the colors of India
See the Asian life explode
Head into the headlights
Don't turn from the rain
Therе's a fire raging
Somewherе near
Like a longtime friend
Who's seen it darker than ebony
Take off on the turnpike
(Asking for the first call)
Give me more of the same
(Asking for a song)
There's a fire burning
In my heart again
In the presence of the word
Now we hold the right to rearrange
How the stories can be heard
In the beginning is the future
And the future is at hand
I'll be calling voices of Africa
Be the rhythm to the plan
From the Congo to Lenasia
Be the writing on the wall
I'll be calling the colors of India
See the Asian life explode
Head into the headlights
Don't turn from the rain
Therе's a fire raging
Somewherе near
Like a longtime friend
Who's seen it darker than ebony
Take off on the turnpike
(Asking for the first call)
Give me more of the same
(Asking for a song)
There's a fire burning
In my heart again
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