Blowing through the air There's a natural mystic If you listen carefully now you will hear This could be the first trumpet Might as well be the last Many more will have to suffer Many more will have to die Don't ask me why I won't tell no lie

You are my last, my first And then I hear this voice inside You are my heaven on earth She was lost in so many different ways Out in the darkness with no guide I know the cost of a losing hand But for the grace of God go I I found heaven on earth