| I ain't never going home | |
| 'cause i'm having a good time | |
| I ain't never going home | |
| 'cause my time is come | |
| I'll wait for the winter | |
| To lie at my door | |
| White stretches out before me | |
| Leads me to the hall | |
| White circles play within my mind | |
| Ices over and freezes life | |
| Time will come, time will come, time will fall | |
| Bringing the world to its feet | |
| Bringing the world to its feet | |
| I ain't never turning back | |
| 'cause i've come this far | |
| And i'm lost within my tracks | |
| I will follow the north star | |
| I'll wait till the springtime | |
| Is breathing at my door | |
| The wilderness before me | |
| Heeds the lions roar | |
| White circles play within my mind | |
| Ices over and freezes life | |
| Time will come, time will come, time will fall | |
| Bringing the world to its feet | |
| Bringing the world to her hands and her knees | |
| I'll wait till the winter | |
| Is lying at my door | |
| Time stretches out before me | |
| A stone's throw from the door | |
| White circles play within my mind | |
| Ices over and freezes life | |
| Time will come, time will come, time will fall | |
| Bringing the world to its feet | |
| Bringing the world to her hands and her feet | |
| Bringing the world to its feet |