I was trembling 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 cleft Keep a record of the earth On a crowded city sidewalk Or in the wilderness alone The crowd of witnesses hover above you Like a pillar of smoke Singing stories, whispering jokes So the rain falls on the animals The wind blows up the dirt I climb the rock, I make my home in the cleft 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