I left my anger in a river running highway 5 New hampshire, vermont, bordered by College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands Before I realized everywhere I stand There have tribal feet running wild as fire Some past life sister of my desire
[Chorus] Jonas and Ezekiel hear me now Steady now and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose turn is it anyway? Anyway?
Now when I was young my people taught me well Give back what you take or you'll go to hell It's not the devil's land, you know it's not that kind Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise
White, chain, rope, fear (hush my darling) Be still my dear
A bullet in the head, now he's dead A friend of a friend, someone said He was an activist with a very short life I think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight
In the war over land where the world began Prophecies say it's where the world will end But there's a tremor growing in our backyard Fear in our heads, fear in our hearts Prophets in the graveyard
Jonas and Ezekiel hear me now Steady now I feel your ghost about I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose angel are you anyway?
I said there's prophets in the graveyard (now I walk in beauty) Prophets in the graveyard (beauty is before me) Prophets in the graveyard (beauty is behind me) (above and below me)