How Long

There's a tribulation comin'
Comin' to us all
Even now, it's tearin' down the country
Are you preparin' for the fall?
Up from the California seaboard
It once was a paradise indeed
But the shadow, it is fallin'
To fall upon an age-old foolish greed
Oh, no, no, no

Some people move to the desert
Where the air is fresh and clean
But they cannot get away from that smog
They take it with them in their "fine machines"
See them drivin' through the desert tonight
Twistin' through the hills, they think they're flyin'
They think they're flyin'
And lookin' out the window of your Chevrolet
As Arizona's cryin'
Hear her cryin'

And hear Him say, how long, how long
Will you try to answer the question yourself?
And hear Him say, how long, how long
Can't you see you're buildin' your own private hell?
And hear Him say, how long, how long?

Some people move to the mountains
To climb above the muck and the mire
But as they turn around and they look back down
They see the tribulation climbin'
Higher and higher and higher
You know it's gonna get them
As long as they hold tight to their vain dreams
Their vain dreams
And don't it seem we need a Savior
To show us a way, a way to be released?

And hear Him say, how long, how long
Will you try to answer the question yourself?
And hear Him say, how long, how long
Can't you see you're buildin' your own private hell?
And hear Him say, how long, how long?
And hear Him say, how long, how long?
And hear Him say, how long, how long?