U2 — The saints are coming - live from new orleans

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Superdome It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And, God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone How long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come down The line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent I cried to my daddy on the telephone How long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come home The line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply New birth Rebirth Trombone Shorty! Living like birds in magnolia trees A child on a rooftop, a mother on her knees Her sign reads "Please, I am an American!" A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief How long now? Until the weather change condemns belief How long now? When the night watchman lets in the thief What's wrong now? The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply