Maybe we're destined for greatness
Maybe we'll conquer the world
Maybe today will be the last day
That our story goes unheard
Somebody give me a signal
Somebody show me a sign
Im at the end of my tether
Come on and throw me a line
'Cause you won't hear me on the radio
You won't see me on the news
I'm coming for you
And I'm coming soon
'Cause we were raised to believe
We'd be worshipped like celebrities
Gods on the radio
And heroes on every TV screen
To make a sound so loud
Oh, you can feel it coming up from underground
Or shining a light so bright
You could see it in the sky from miles around
No, you won't hear me on the radio
You won't see me on the news
But I'm coming for you
And I'm coming soon
Because this light in my eyes is not blinding me
No, this hum in my heart is not deafening
This feeling inside me is calling me on
This beat deep inside me
This beckoning, this beckoning drum
This beckoning drum
This beckoning drum
This beckoning, this beckoning drum