They're Not Here, They're Not Coming Lyrics - Singles - Don Henley

From the Arizona desert to the Salisbury Plain 

Lights on the horizon patterns on the grain 

Anxious eyes turned upward clutching souvenirs 

Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears 

They swear there was an accident back in '47 

Little man with a great big head splattered down from heaven 

Government conspiracy, cover-ups and lies 

Hidden in the desert under endless skies 

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold 

Post, postmodern world 

No time for heroes, no place for good guys 

No room for Rocky, the flying squirrel 

They're not here, they're not coming 

Not in a million years 

Turn your weary eyes back homeward 

Stop your trembling, dry your tears 

You may see the heavens flashing 

You may hear the cosmos humming 

But I promise you, my brother 

They're not here, they're not coming 

Would they pile into the saucer 

Find Orlando's rat and hug it? 

Go screaming through the universe 

Just to get McNuggets? 

Well, I don't think so, I don't think so 

It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange 

Here in a world that won't give Oprah 

No home on the range 

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold 

Post, postmodern world 

No authenticity, no sign of soul 

The radio won't play George and Merle 

They're not here, they're not coming 

Not in a million years 

'Til we put away our hatred 

'Til we lay aside our fears 

You may see the heavens flashing 

You may hear the cosmos humming 

But I promise you, my sister 

They're not here, they're not coming 

To this garden we were given 

And always took for granted 

Well, it's like my daddy told me 

You just bloom where you're planted 

Now you long to be delivered 

From this world of pain and strife 

That's a sorry substitution 

For a spiritual life 

Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold 

Post, postmodern world 

No place for sentiment, no room for romance 

Bring back the Duke of Earl 

They're not here, they're not coming 

Not in a million years 

Turn your hopes back homeward 

Hold your children, dry their tears 

You may see the heavens flashing 

You may hear the cosmos humming 

But I promise you, my brother 

They're not here, they're not coming 

They're not here, they're not coming 

Not in a million years 

'Til we put away our hatred 

And lay aside our fears 

You may see the heavens flashing 

You may hear the cosmos humming 

But I promise you, my brother 

They're not here, they're not coming