These are days returning
We will call in call out for the saints of this world
For the changes
Weary-eyes will seek them
For the prophets to call out into the world
We ignite the changes
And through the days of kind illusions
Yesterday fell into an age ago
We are changing
And the frames that once held us
Became the flames that forced us all to go
The time has come
Old man callin'
So be slow
Young man follow
The time has come
Old man calllin'
So be slow
Young man follow