They're playing in Central Park
Check out him, he's shouting at the gate
'Billy didn't tell you everything
Or did he mention the magic day?'

Well, I figured it out from a fig tree
It's that they chose to be together in silk
Now you been bad for 50 years
And now it looks like that he's taking off his belt

Waiting for October, I cross my fingers
Cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October, I'm in the book
And I'll be learning how to fly

He's coming down but he's not alone
He's gonna bring an army of saints
And he's taking all his back home
And then destroying what remains

Waiting for October, I cross my fingers
Cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October, I'm in the book
And I'll be learning to be wings, to be wings

Hoping that the end will start it all again

And that's when numeral history will die
I said that's what's so right about the day
'Cause it all ends in 1999
And commences on the 28th, the 28th, the 28th

Waiting for October, I cross my fingers
Cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October, I'm in the book
And I'll be learning how to fly

Waiting for October, I cross my fingers
Cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for October, I'm in the book
And I'll be learning how to fly