John Mark Mcmillan Reckoning Day
The Lions in the street bend their heads
For the reckoning day
Cause the interstate's giving up her dead
For the reckoning day
Would you come alive everybody
Would you come alive everyone
Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
Bury all your guns in the sand
Cause the temperature's changed
and the blood shot eye of the sun
stains the bones of the slain
Would you come alive everybody
Would you come alive everyone
Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
The hour's gonna take you apart
On the reckoning day
If the property lines of your heart
Are drawn in the clay
Would you come alive everybody
Would you come alive everyone
Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
The tide water's taxing the shores
of the washing away
The flood stands high at your doors
of the houses you made
Would you come alive everybody
Would you come alive everyone
Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung
Lift up your head
Oh you gate
Lift up your eyes
All you who wait
Daughter and son
Ashes and dust
Come untied from the weight of the age
