Wailing in the Streets

Lyrics

The market stalls are empty now.

There are no more trucks coming into the city.

The faces on the television are thin,

And the experts have nothing left to say.

My neighbor's children have not played outside for days.

We are all just watching the sun go down.

The wailing in the streets has started.

It's a different sound from the cries of war.

It's a low, desperate plea for something,

Anything to hold on to.

There are no words for this kind of hunger.

Just the sound of a world starving.

We see the sickness spread so quickly.

Someone you knew yesterday is just gone today.

The cemeteries are growing bigger,

And the gravediggers can't keep up.

The doctors have no more medicine left.

We are just waiting for the next one to fall.

When he opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, 'Come!'

And I looked, and behold, a black horse!

And its rider had a pair of scales in his hand.

And I heard what seemed to be a voice in the midst of the four living creatures, saying,

'A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius,

and do not harm the oil and wine!'

The wailing in the streets has started.

It's a different sound from the cries of war.

It's a low, desperate plea for something,

Anything to hold on to.

There are no words for this kind of hunger.

Just the sound of a world starving.

And the wailing...