The Best is Yet to Come

It started in the street, in the crazy summer heat
In a place just on the edge of town
Crowds were going wild, heroes had arrived
Colours glistening in the sun
Banners held high, touching the sky
Flags of every nation
Armies to the left, Armies to the right
In a great anticipation

Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size
Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes

Hey - we raised our fists up the sky
Sang our song with heads held high
And told the world the best is yet to come
We raced our cars and revved our bikes
Headed out into the night
And told the world the best is yet to come

We met out in fields, with our masks and shields
To celebrate the living
Magic in the air, parties everywhere
And the wine it kept on flowing
Crazy looking freaks, a tribe that speaks
In tongues not of this world
Someone played a game that had no name
And no-one really understood

Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size
Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes

Hey - we raised our fists up the sky
Sang our song with heads held high
And told the world the best is yet to come
We raced our cars and revved our bikes
Headed out into the night
And told the world the best is yet to come

Frank Sinatra sang on an old velve radio
Oh I love New York

A weathered one eyed piper
Playing a marching tune
La la la la la, la la la la la

Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size
Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes

We raised our fists up the sky
Sang our song with heads held high
And told the world the best is yet to come
We raced our cars and revved our bikes
Headed out into the night
And told the world the best is yet to come

We raised our fists up the sky
Sang our song with heads held high
And told the world the best is yet to come
We raced our cars and revved our bikes
Headed out into the night
And told the world the best is yet to come