[ Featuring the Piano ]
Under pressure, feeling flustered
Just take care and don't scratch the luster
Under pressure but stop to measure the
Number of times that you've paced the back road
Stop and take it in: gorgeous figures of sin
Watch the colors as they mix with sunshine
Take a load off, stick your feet in the water
You've got nowhere to go but here with your friends
Brother, dear
Storm's stricken - watch the coming tidal wave
It's sweeping away every fear of your stay
Don't stop to breathe; there's no time to reprieve
You'll need to put on your shoes if you want to keep alive
God's not coming
The lord isn't coming
The child isn't coming home
No more pressure, just a sandy mire
I've let go of my long-term concerns
Join the others in their joyous chorus they are
So sorry for refusing to listen to you
God's not coming
The lord isn't coming
The child isn't coming home
Your child isn't coming home
Your God's not coming home
