Where the dry dust turns the sunset pink Where all summer long it's so hot that you can't think strait Where we pumped water from a well by hand Half a world away from the old promised land We understand we've been given A new covenant -- a real sharp one And we spend our days and nights Gaining new appreciation of its finer points And waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves Waiting for jesus to come along and save us and Biding our time Biding our time Biding our time as best we know how Where the texas doughboys used to play Before the wind blew everything away Where we came to get away from our friends Where we'd tell each other jokes waiting for the world to end We know our jokes are funny But in all the wrong ways And we watch old George Romera movies And relish the short time left Yeah, waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves Waiting for jesus to come along and save us. yes, and Biding our time Biding our time Biding our time as best we know how