I was trembling with gooseflesh First time I prayed to speak in tongues I saw it coming and man, 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 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 cloud of witnesses hovers above you Like a pillar of smoke Singing stories Whispering jokes Rain falls on the animals The wind blows up the dirt I climb the rock Still make my home in the cleft I keep a record of the earth We keep a record of the earth We write it down for what it's worth For what it's worth