Can you see the rain come down
Ain't it a sight to be seen?
The waters pushing the buildings down
Like there’s nothing left to keep
We’re all still talking the same way
That we did in the 70’s
Well judgement day is on the wind
And nobody’s going to heaven

Last night I heard the mission band
With all their souls to sing
With praise unto the end of times
And the comfort that it brings
But what comfort could spring anew
From the ending of all things?
Judgement day is on the wind
And nobody’s going to heaven

This life is full of mystery
It’s painted on the soul
But none can hear the calling out
Of the boatman on the shore
The one wish never granted
Let it be as was before
Judgement day is on the wind
And nobody’s going to heaven

The suffering of the many
has many times been told
In the passing of the warning
of the fools search for gold
The young will put their hand out
And return to find them old
Judgement day is on the wind
and nobody’s going to help them

When is the hour of wonder?
As the song is sung
The longest shadow’s reaching out
For the race it has been run
And time will take it’s owning
As it has as time begun
Judgement day is on the wind
And look what we’ve done to heaven

Judgement day is on the wind
And look what we’ve done to heaven