Downtown Train - Wesley Schultz

There’s a blood red circle on the cold dark ground

And the rain is falling down

The church door’s thrown open

I can hear the organ’s song, but the congregation’s gone

My city of ruins

My city is in ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy drift through the evening trees

Young men on the corner, like scattered leaves

The boarded up windows and the empty streets

While my brother’s down on his knees

My city of ruins

My city is in ruins

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, ris up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, ris up!

Now’s there’s tears on the pillow, down there where you slept

And you took my heart when you left

Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost, my friend

Tell me how do I begin again?

My city of ruins

My city is in ruins

Now with these hands

With these hands, I pray, Lord

With these hands, with these hands

I pray for the strength, Lord

With these hands

With these hands

I pray for your love, Lord

With these hands

With these hands

We pray for the lost, Lord

With these hands

With these hands

I pray for the change, Lord

With these hands

With these hands

Pray for the faith, Lord

(With these hands)

These hands

With these hands

I pray for your love, Lord

With these hands (C'mon)

With these hands (C'mon)

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!