It’s illogical, But then did anything ever make much sense? You have to have an open ear To see the beauty of a mystery Unfurling before your very eyes It’ll pass you up like a bird in the sky
Crackheads and preacher’s wives All must enter in through the narrow gate And someday you’ll have to make a choice And if you don’t believe then you don’t believe But if a bird could find a way To build its nest in the loneliest parts of the jungle Then you know that I would find a way to build a home inside your heart