Lyrics: Allan Taylor
Music: Allan Taylor
When trouble comes a-calling
Knocking at your door
It all looks so familiar
You’ve seen it all before
Somehow you always made it through
Keep it all in mind
You know it always passes by
You can leave it all behind
Play the hand you’re given
Don’t give them any slack
‘Cause every time you get knocked down
It's harder getting back
Forget the ones who hurt you
The ones who knocked you down
Everybody pays the price
When it all gets turned around
There’s a new day a-dawning
And it’s coming for you soon
You’re gonna look down on that city
From a giant red balloon
Look at all those people:
They’ve got their feet down on the ground
They took their souls and left them
In the local lost and found
One by one, they torched their dreams
On the mountain trying
Stood there on the corner
And watched them passing by
There’s a new day a-dawning
And it’s coming for you soon
You’re gonna look down on that city
From a giant red balloon
You’re looking to the future
Following the sun
Taking every day
Like it’s only just begun
You have to make it count
‘Cause you know it’s over soon
Just keep on looking out
For that giant red balloon
There’s a new day a-dawning
And it’s coming for you soon
You’re gonna look down on that city
From a giant red balloon