Signals Midwest Calloused Hands
I guess it goes to show
We’ve got an image to uphold
So burn the blueprints, scrap the plans
Cause we can hold this moment in our hands.
And now we’re testing these structures
Will the hold or fall apart
Just sit and wait in anticipation
But will it end before it starts?
And I can’t help but smile
My faith has been restored for the first time in a while.
So tonight we make a toast
Fists in the air, we’d better make the most of this
So tomorrow I’ll wait for the call
To change everything or nothing at all
And I think we’re on the edge of something big here
The likes of which have never been seen
Remaining hopeful that things will change.
Or will they be the same?
