bob dylan
when he returns
the iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod the strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty god for all those who have eyes and all those who have ears it is only he who can reduce me to tears don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn like a thief in the night he'll replace wrong with right when he returns. truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that is passes through he unreleased his power at an unknown hour that no one knew how long can i listen to the lies of prejudice? how long can i stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness? can i cast it aside all this loyalty and this pride? will i ever learn that there'll be no peace that the war won't cease until he returns? surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground take off your mask he sees your deeds he knows your needs even before you ask how long can you falsily and deny what is real? how long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal? of every earthly plan that be known to man he is unconcerned he's got plans of his own to set up his throne when he return.