On the road to Damascus, Bearing what I considered good news, Something knocked off my glasses. Thought I was blinded by the light of some new truth.
We’d do whatever you asked us, If you didn’t feel the need to speak in code. I heard the river flow past us. Decided then I would follow where it flowed.
Something divinely inspired, In the bumbling hands of a minor prophet. Your word sent over a wire. The sharpest edge of your sword was softened.
Someday we all may grow tired Of a holy covenant, old and arkless. I saw a pillar of fire, Turned around and walked into darkness.
You’re scared of dying. You’re scared of dying. You’ll wake up somewhere down the line. You’re scared of dying. You’re scared of dying. You’ll wash up somewhere down the line. I’m not scared of dying, but Lord, I’m trying To keep eternity in mind.