They're playing in Central Park
Check out him, he's shouting at the gate
Billy didn't tell you everything
Or did he mention the magic day?
Well I figured it out from a fig tree
It's the chosen fruit of the devil himself
Now you've been bad for 50 years
And now it looks like daddy's taking off his belt
Waiting for October
I cross my fingers
Cross my heart
And hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book
And I'll be learning how to fly
He's coming down but he's not alone
He's gonna bring an army of saints
And he's taking all his back home
And then destroying what remains
Waiting for October
I cross my fingers
Cross my heart
And hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book
And I'll be learning
To be winged
To be winged
Hoping that the end
Will start it all again
And that's when human history will die
I said it must be what's so right about the day
Cause it all ends in 1999
And commences on the 28th, the 28th, the 28th
Waiting for October
I cross my fingers
Cross my heart
And hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book
And I'll be learning how to fly
Waiting for October
I cross my fingers
Aross my heart
And hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the books
And I'll be learning how to fly
Hopin' that the end
Will start it all again
Writer(s): Mark Joseph Mulcahy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com