Cody (Abridged)

Cody says he didn't start the fire His parents know he probably did He's always playing with a light He's just a different kind of kid And Cody says He didn't raise the dead Says religion's just a trick To keep hard-working folks in line He says it makes his stomach sick So who's gonna carry us away? Eagles with glory-painted wings? We keep on waiting for the miracle to come Pour down the mountain like a heaven-fed stream Cody's always got one on the line He likes to walk 'em by the wrist He does his pulling with his eyes He does his talking with his fists Bottle rockets on an August night Raid the coolers in the trucks If we're lucky we'll get loud and we'll drink Whiskey from a plastic jug So who's gonna carry us away? Eagles with glory-painted wings? We keep on waiting for the miracle to come Fall from the firmament and give us nice things Round and round it goes Where it stops, nobody knows Nobody knows So who's gonna carry us away? Eagles with glory-painted wings? We keep on waiting for the miracle to come Roll down the mountain to the sound of sad strings We keep on waiting for the miracle For the miracle We keep on waiting for the miracle For the miracle