We're coming to the edge,
   running on the water,
   coming through the fog,
   your sons and daughters.
  
   Let the river run,
   let all the dreamers
   wake the nation.
   Come, the New Jerusalem.
  
   Silver cities rise,
   the morning lights
   the streets that meet them,
   and sirens call them on
   with a song.
  
   It's asking for the taking.
   Trembling, shaking.
   Oh, my heart is aching.
  
   We're coming to the edge,
   running on the water,
   coming through the fog,
   your sons and daughters.
  
   We the great and small
   stand on a star
   and blaze a trail of desire
   through the dark'ning dawn.
  
   It's asking for the taking.
   Come run with me now,
   the sky is the color of blue
   you've never even seen
   in the eyes of your lover.
  
   Oh, my heart is aching.
   We're coming to the edge,
   running on the water,
   coming through the fog,
   your sons and daughters.
  
   It's asking for the taking.
   Trembling, shaking.
   Oh, my heart is aching.
   We're coming to the edge,
   running on the water,
   coming through the fog,
   your sons and daughters.
  
   Let the river run,
   let all the dreamers
   wake the nation.
   Come, the New Jerusalem.