Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
Come the New Jerusalem

Silver cities rise,
the morning lights,
the streets that meet them,
and sirens call them on with a song

It's asking for the taking
Trembling, shaking
Oh, my heart is aching
We're coming to the edge,
running on the water,
coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters

We, the great and small
stand on a star
and blaze a trail of desire
through the darkening dawn

It's asking for the taking
(Come run with me now, the sky is the color of blue
you've never even seen in the eyes of your lover)
Oh, my heart is aching
We're coming to the edge,
running on the water,
coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
Come the New Jerusalem