He was the son of a collier, digging deep underground in West Rain.
By the sweat of his brow, like his father, he laid the earth for his men.
He worked alongside his neighbor, in the darkness and dust of the night.
Where young men grow old with their lungs full of coal, and die before their time.
They want to run, but the river's getting deep.
There's been too many lies, too many secrets to keep, and there's nowhere to
run.
He spends his time making paper, from the trees on the coast of B.C.
Where ancient timbers grew tall until they cut them off, in the name of sustained
industry.
I've seen the waste and destruction, from the mills on the outskirts of town.
Where the rivers and streams no longer run clean, from the poison that seeps through
the ground.
They want to run, but the river's getting deep.
There's been too many lies, too many secrets to keep, and there's nowhere to
run.
He fished for God with his father, on the banks of the Labrador Sea.
With his wife and his sons and his daughters, they lived the life that was
free.
Until one day their freedom was over, and whoever thought it would end.
With no fish and no hope for the future, and no time to start over again.
The winds of change are coming around again.
There's been too many heartaches, too many tears and pain, and there's
nowhere to run.
God gave us gifts in our children, in the land and the sea and the air.
But we use and abuse and destroy them, with no worry, no guilt and no fear.
But someday the guilty will answer, for this misery, destruction and strife.
In this world where our sins spread like cancer, and our children have no right to
life.
The winds of change are coming around again, and there's nowhere to run.
Why must there be so much anger?
Why must there be so much greed?
Why can't we see there's a danger, in taking more than we need?
When will we finally start learning, that our future is linked to our past?
If we don't understand what we're burning, then our hope for tomorrow won't last.
The winds of change are coming around again, and there's nowhere to run.
Let this warning go out to the nations, to those who have ears, let them hear.
Only Yeshua can lead to salvation, and the day of His judgment is here.
So turn from your path of destruction, from the darkness come into the light.
Be watchful and pray, for you won't know the day, when He will come like a thief in
the night.
And there's nowhere to run.
There'll be nowhere to run.
No, there's nowhere to run.
There'll be nowhere to run.