Way Down Deep

One day, the skies are gonna’ open up!

One day, the skies are gonna’ open up, and it won’t be a movie, and it won’t be a dream.

One day, my people, the people who are the root of me, they’re gonna’ come back.

They’re gonna’ land their feet on this planet, and ask me how I’m doin’, and how I’ve been makin’ it.

“You’re a brave soul,” they’ll say, “for having lived here alone all this time.”

And it won’t be a movie, and it won’t be a dream.