Time To Go
who is that slowly coming my dear?
through the town they search so slow
come away from the window my dear
its time for us to go
they passed by the pastors door my dear
they looked but they didnt slow
dont think of the pastor now my dear
its time for us to go.
i can see their shiny guns my dear
but why are you sweating so
i dont like the shine of the guns my dear
and its time for us to go
they were going up the road my dear
but now it seems they are turning
i thought they were leaving as well my dear
but now i can see their eyes burning
i can hear their steps on the stairs my dear
they are coming for us i know
come over and give me your hand my dear
it’s too late for us to go.
