Well I'm so far away from home the first thing I see when I close my eyes Is O'Connell Street where it bridges across the Liffey River When I feel I'm alone I set myself under those deep Irish skies And It's ever so sweet to know that someday my home will be delivered
And It's all about survival yes it's all about God's people Makin' way down through the rubble of what's right and what's wrong Yes it's all about revival wash the blood down from the steeples Yes it's all about the struggle that carries on
It's a battle of hearts with emotional weapons that draw much more than blood Yes they pierce the soul and leave you empty with too much life to learn It'll tear you apart yes it can be so frustration to fight the flood To plug up that hole and stop the waters so that the tide might turn
And It's all about survival yes it's all about God's people Makin' way down through the rubble of what's right and what's wrong Yes it's all about revival wash the blood down from the steeples Yes it's all about the struggle that carries on
You could say it's my calling to travel these roads and to see what I have seen You win or you lose we all need to choose from the paths that lead to God's ridge There's just one path to glory the rest are to judgement in this there'll be on inbetween The O'Connell Street Massacre won't be resolved until all of God's people cross that bridge
And It's all about survival yes it's all about God's people Makin' way down through the rubble of what's right and what's wrong Yes it's all about revival wash the blood down from the steeples Yes it's all about the struggle that carries on
Yes It's all about survival and it's all about God's people Makin' way down through the rubble of what's right and what's wrong Yes it's all about revival wash the blood down from the steeples Yes it's all about the struggle that'll someday be gone . . .
