God please speak to me—
I'm having trouble listening.
I've spent my life searching to find there's nothing missing.
God please speak to me—
I can almost hear you whispering.
Hear this broken voice cry out from a heart that's resisting.
What will be will be.
What will be will be.
"You'll find no welcome here," said your future to your fear.
What will be will be.
What will be will be.
"You'll find no welcome here," said your future to your fear.
There's no welcome here for me,
Just this gathering of trees and fallen leaves.
There's no marching band for me,
Just the single drunken man stumbling through the street.
There's no carnival for me,
Just the howling of the dogs as the city sleeps.
There's no welcome here for me—
But, what will be will be.
What will be will be.
"You'll find no welcome here," said your future to your fear.
What will be will be.
What will be will be.
"You'll find no welcome here," said your future to your fear.
What will be, will be, will be, it's easy to see,
You and me we're gone, we're gone,
We're going. We're going, going, gone.
What will be, will be, will be, it's easy to see,
You and me we're gone, we're gone,
We're going. We're going, going, gone.
What will be will be.
What will be will be.
"You'll find no welcome here," said your future to your fear.
What will be will be.
What will be will be.
"You'll find no welcome here," said your future to your fear.