Words, they keep dropping
They keep spilling from my hands on to paper
I'm in Virginia
It's 3am and I can't fall asleep
Just a little bit of faith is what I want
It's what I need in my institutions
So I wait, so patiently
But when it happens, over and over
Can we hear it for the whistleblower?
Wait! Won't you look around you?
Won't you look beside you now and figure out the score?
Read. Skim down the front page and you'll see my given name presenting yours
You can say it any way you want
You can frame it any way you can
But I can tell you I've read the fine print written by your steady hand
You can say it any way you want
You can frame it anyway you can
What's behind your good intentions
On your heart, a hidden hand?