They're playing in Central Park
Check out him, he's shouting at the gate
"Billy didn't tell you everything,
or did he mention the magic day?"

Well I figured it out from a fig tree
It's the chosen fruit of the devil himself^
Now you've been bad for fifty years
And it look's like daddy's a-taken off his belt

Waiting for October
I cross my fingers, cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book and I'll be learning how to fly

He's coming down but he's not alone
He's gonna bring an army of saints
And He's taking all his back home
And then destroying what remains

Waiting for October
I cross my fingers, cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book and I'll be learning how
To be wings to be wings

Hoping that the end, will start it all again

And that's when numeral history will die
I say Matthew was so right about the date
Cause it all ends in nineteen ninety nine
And commences on the twenty eighth the twenty eighth the twenty eighth

Waiting for October
I cross my fingers, cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book and I'll be learning how to fly

Waiting for October
I cross my fingers, cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October
I'm in the book and I'll be learning how to fly

And I'll be hoping that the end
Will start it all again (X6)