Have you ever wanted to fly on a magic carpet ride?
High above the ground it's easy to hide,
Trained to ignore what's happening below, you put the blinders on,
Heads up for the last big show.
The harvest is ready, but the workers are at play,
Somebody told me that no man knows the day.
So touch the ground, touch the ground,
It's not too late; put hands to your faith,
Touch the ground, touch the ground,
Why wait?
Put hands to your faith,
Yeah, touch the ground.
Turned on the radio, tell you what I find,
All aboard for the gospel train; gonna leave this world behind,
Just ask the publishers; they'll tell you what fear is worth,
But somehow, I'm still standing on the late, great planet Earth.
With no will to act, you tolerate the situation,
Deaf to the groans of the next generation.
Touch the ground, touch the ground,
It's not too late; put hands to your faith,
Oh, touch the ground, touch the ground,
Why do you wait to put hands to your faith?
Yeah, touch the ground.
Yes, I know that we should watch and pray, that is something we must never lose,
But all I see is people wanting to escape, instead of doing what he told us to do.
Touch the ground, touch the ground,
It's not too late to put hands to your faith,
Touch the ground, touch the ground,
Why do you wait?
Put hands to your faith.
Touch the ground, touch the ground,
It's not too late to put hands to your faith,
Oh, touch the ground, touch the ground,
Why do you wait?
Put hands to your faith?
Touch the ground, touch the ground,
It's not too late to put hands to your faith,
Oh, touch the ground, touch the ground,
Why do you wait?
Put hands to your faith,
Yeah, touch the ground.
