U2 - The Saints Are Coming

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know I'm one.

I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll
And you come down.
The line went,
But the shadows still remain
Since your descent,
Your descent.

I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll
And you come home,
The line went.
But the shadows still remain
Since your descent,
Your descent. The saints are coming,
The saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply.
The saints are coming,
The saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply.

New Birth, to the Re-Birth
New Orleans
Living like birds in the magnolia trees,
Child on a rooftop, mother on her knees,
Her sign reads
'Please, I am an American,'

A drowning sorrow
Floods the deepest grief,
How long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
How long now?
When the night watchman is in the fleet
What's wrong now?

The saints are coming,
The saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming,
The saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realise there's no reply