Cody says he didn't start the fire

His parents know he probably did

He's always playing with a light

He's just a different kind of kid

And cody says he didn't raise the dead

Says "religion's just a trick

To keep hard-working folks in line"

He says it makes his stomach sick.

So who's gonna carry us away?

Eagles with glory-painted wings?

We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

Pour down the mountain like a heaven-fed stream.

Cody's always got one on the line;

He likes to walk 'em by the wrist

He does his pulling with his eyes

He does his talking with his fists

Bottle rockets on an august night

Raid the coolers in the trucks

If we're lucky we'll get loud and we'll drink

Whiskey from a plastic jug.

So who's gonna carry us away?

Eagles with glory-painted wings?

We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

Fall from the firmament and give us nice things

Round and round it goes

Where it stops, nobody knows, nobody knows.

So who's gonna carry us away?

Eagles with glory-painted wings?

We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

Roll down the mountain to the sound of sad strings

We keep on waiting for the miracle

For the miracle

We keep on waiting for the miracle

For the miracle.