There is a house in New Orleans, (Billie Joe Armstrong)
They call The Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
and God, I know I’m one of them.

Verse 1: (Bono)
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.

Verse 2: (Billie Joe Armstrong)
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.

Chorus 1:
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realize that there’s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realize that there’s no reply.

Verse 3:
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief
Whats wrong now?

Chorus 2:
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize that there’s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply