I was tremblin’ with Gooseflesh, first time I prayed to speak in tongues
I saw it comin’ and I tried to run - but now I make it up as I go along
Do I drive around with my high beams on?
Do I ever watch the road?
I store my thoughts in other people’s heads
Then I question what they know
The rain falls on the animals, the wind blows up the dirt
Climb the rock, make a home in the cliff
Keep a record of the earth
On the crowded city sidewalk or in the wilderness alone
The cloud of witnesses hover above you like a
A pillar of smoke
Singing stories, whispering jokes
The rain falls on the animals, the wind blows up the dirt
I climb the rock, I make a home in the cliff
And I keep a record of the earth
I keep a record of the earth
And I write it down for what it’s worth
For what it’s worth