We're coming to the edge,  running on the water,  coming through the fog,  your sons and daughters.    Let the river run,  let all the dreamers  wake the nation.  Come, the New Jerusalem.    Silver cities rise,  the morning lights  the streets that meet them,  and sirens call them on  with a song.    It's asking for the taking.  Trembling, shaking.  Oh, my heart is aching.    We're coming to the edge,  running on the water,  coming through the fog,  your sons and daughters.    We the great and small  stand on a star  and blaze a trail of desire  through the dark'ning dawn.    It's asking for the taking.  Come run with me now,  the sky is the color of blue  you've never even seen  in the eyes of your lover.    Oh, my heart is aching.  We're coming to the edge,  running on the water,  coming through the fog,your sons and daughters.    [guitar]    It's asking for the taking.  Trembling, shaking.  Oh, my heart is aching.  We're coming to the edge,  running on the water,  coming through the fog,  your sons and daughters.    Let the river run,  let all the dreamerswake the nation.  Come, the New Jerusalem