I look left then right as I step out and stumble on forward
Like bells in the sky announcing the service
When clouds touch the ground in the morning after
The death of a sigh and the echo of a humbling chorus
"Hallelu--Hallelujah--Hallelu--Hallelujah"
Rings from the rafters in old wooden churches.
You claim logic is logical, but that's circular logic.
A paradoxical paradigm that's always being shifted
Till I don't know if love is such a broken and cold...
A radio song in time with a funeral procession
Headlights on the bright blue sky, the contrast of tradition
And why I can't sleep is for the same reasons I been trying to believe in anything
And I shouldn't expect anyone to care,
But there's things I've kept with me for some twenty-odd years
Like the dream of my sister, she's just a little girl
In a red and black plaid dress and impossible curls
And we're both on a boat that's starting to sink
I see her tip forward as she starts to scream
"Hallelu--Hallelujah--Hallelu--Hallelujah"
(some glad morning when this life is o'er
(i'll fly away
(to that land on God's celestial shore
(i'll fly away)