[Storyteller.]

The sun comes out from a sea of clouds;
I shed my disguise and laugh out loud.
I am sure that someday soon we'll all be just fine.

I hear a choir of angels on a dead end street.
The faces of children make me believe that someday,
some day soon the dark will subside.

So we're calling out answers we don't know,
calling on friends we thought we'd lost.
We all have to see what we've become.
Waiting on chances so far gone,
hoping our answers light the dark,
praying someday soon we'll understand,
as we search for the promised land.

I see a holy host of sweet confusion,
and we all bleed but some men choose to stand up,
stand up straight when there's something to lose.

It's not armies at war, a search for the truth.
The questions we ask leave us more confused.
There's nowhere left to rest, so what can we do?

So we're calling out answers we don't know,
calling on friends we thought we'd lost.
We all have to see what we've become.
Waiting on chances so far gone,
hoping our answers light the dark,
praying someday soon we'll understand,
as we search for the promised land.

I swear I believe.
I said, "I swear I believe."
I said, "I swear I believe."
I said, "I swear I believe."

So we're calling out answers we don't know,
calling on friends we thought we'd lost.
We all have to see what we've become.
Waiting on chances so far gone,
hoping our answers light the dark,
praying someday soon we'll understand,
as we search for the promised land.

I swear I believe.
I said, "I swear I believe."
I said, "I swear I believe."
I said, "I swear I believe."