[Verse 1]
I saw the posters popping up around the city
Pale blue and washed-out red
I went down to the arena, pushing through
Hoping I'd run into you
Sweet freshly-scrubbed smell of the crowd
All the excitement in their eyes
We were all made young when he stepped onto the stage
Like an animal escaping from his cage

[Chorus]
Raise the trumpet
Sound the drum
He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come

[Verse 2]
All of us too dazed to leave when it was over
Dawdled by the vendors for a minute
Gathered underneath a summer sky
I was hoping you'd pass by
But though I didn't see you that day, or the next
I'm pretty sure that you were there
Making your way among the young and happy horde
Headed down to your award

[Chorus]
Raise the trumpet
Sound the drum
He whom the prophet spoke of long ago has come