Under Pressure

Under pressure, feeling flustered Just take care and don't scratch the luster Under pressure but stop to measure the Number of times that you've paced the back road Stop and take it in: gorgeous figures of sin Watch the colors as they mix with sunshine Take a load off, stick your feet in the water You've got nowhere to go but here with your friends Brother, dear Storm's stricken - watch the coming tidal wave It's sweeping away every fear of your stay Don't stop to breathe; there's no time to reprieve You'll need to put on your shoes if you want to keep alive God's not coming The lord isn't coming The child isn't coming home No more pressure, just a sandy mire I've let go of my long-term concerns Join the others in their joyous chorus they are So sorry for refusing to listen to you God's not coming The lord isn't coming The child isn't coming home Your child isn't coming home Your God's not coming home