Satanic Messiah - The Mountain Goats

Third song from the EP Satanic Messiah Lyrics: I saw the posters popping up around the city Pale blue and washed-out red I went down to the arena pushing through Hoping I'd run into you Sweet freshly-scrubbed smell of the crowd All the excitement in their eyes We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage Like an animal escaping from his cage Raise the trumpet Sound the drum He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come All of us too dazed to leave when it was over Dawdled by the vendors for a minute Gathered underneath a summer sky I was hoping you'd pass by But though I didn't see you that day or the next I'm pretty sure that you were there Making your way among the young and happy hoard Headed down to your reward Raise the trumpet Sound the drum He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come