The Saints Are Coming

The Skids

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

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
       How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
       The stone says
This paternal guide once had his day
       Once had his day

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