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