It is written and so shall be
That all things will come to an end
But if we have to go

Then it's all coming with us
Come hell & high water
It must be, it must be

That on the far horizon
Yeah
They're saddling up the hor!@&(

Yes
By candle light, by oil light
By the light of computer screens

Hunched over tables
And endless calculations
And then en-scribed with beauty

Upon paper, upon vellum
Engraved upon the stones
It must be, it must be

That on the far horizon
Yeah
They're saddling up the hor!@&(

Yes
On the far horizon
Yeah

They're saddling up the hor!@&(