I dreamed of Moses He wanted to put my hair into cornrows I said, I thought you were born way before Those came into fashion He said, Don't be silly Your dreams never follow the chronology of history And the purpose of dreams is still quite a mystery Even to me So I pulled up a lawn chair Took of my sword and shield and I laid 'em right down there He braided my hair in the shade of a bare branch Of a beautiful sycamore tree You people are singing to me 'Cause God never speaks in his own voice, you see You people are singing to me And your song says what it says I was born for singing At the top of my lungs over church bells ringing And bringing confusion to those disillusioned By fighting against the mainstream We were born for dying Short time to prepare for long time in the sky and No matter what you believe you must admit Some things are not like they seem And when Moses finished He stared at me hard with a squint and a grimace Said, You look so damn good that I'm mad this isn't real life And it's just a dream You people are singing to me 'Cause people are more than just drops in the sea You people are singing to me And your song says what it says I woke up from dreaming And I stepped out my door onto landscape a-gleaming A man came right up to my door just to hand me a pamphlet About j**s for Jesus The world is so narrow And I walk down the sidewalk heel-to-toe, heel-to-toe, Walking a tightrope and nothing is real below, Heel-to-toe 'til the next platform I may be wrong But someone above me tossed down this song With a long introductory letter that I never quite found The time to read You people are singing to me 'Cause God never speaks in his own voice, you see You people are singing to me And your song says, Ezra Get yourself free Get yourself free Get yourself free