I got rhythm in my pocket
A place where I can stand
The mind to move away from
A tried and true plan
Who says it is so anyway?
The prophet, the thief?
I’ve no need of your map
To find myself a priest

It’s all been decided
The history of love
The hammer and the nail
The hand in the glove
Lift your voices like sirens
Like echoes in the black night
Of the universe
Do your part to be a heart
That beats in time with the truth
And I will too, sing it blue

Too many beaten down
Ignored or written off
What happened to the gold
In the rule, did it stop?
Not so fast, it’ll outlast
Every tyrant with a stick
There’s help for the helpless
Healing for the sick

The consequence of sitting on our hands is too great
Making plain our conviction isn’t something that can wait
There’s a bell in the distance ringing like a clock
The hand of its melody sweeps the sound of its thought

Can you hear, can you see, can you hear, can you see?
Are you free to believe, free to receive?