Rolling like thunder, do you hear that sound,
It’s getting hard to find some solid ground
Everybody’s talking, but nobody hears,
for one it’s hope and for another fears

And we’ll all see, the future’s born in our history
It’s flowing like a river that is moving to the sea

Gold and silver, line the rich man’s purse,
Dust and hunger is the poor man’s curse
Brother to brother, or faith no more,
We’re getting closer to that distant shore

And we’ll all see, the future’s born in our history
It’s buried like a treasure that is waiting to be found

Counting away, one more horizon
It fades in the distance, and now, as we are standing here,
(We’re) Two Thousand Down

Wars and rumors across the land,
You’re taken prisoner when you make a stand
We form allegiance, to the left or the right,
A blazing morning or an endless night

And we’ll all see, the future’s born in our history
It’s flowing like a river that is moving to the sea