Congregation lyrics

Well I met the seventh son

He came for everyone

The day he heard the lightning in the field

I heard him clear his throat

A fork within the road

The night the Tallahatche took the wheel

I've been throwing knives to see just where they land

Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation

Open your eyes, step in the light

A jukeboy generation

Just as you were...

The yoice up on the stage

Is a heart inside a cage

And it's singing like a bluebird in the round

There's mystery in this wood

And ghosts within these roots

That are tangled deep benathe this southern ground

I've been going through life making foolish plans

Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation

Open your eyes, step in the light

A jukeboy generation

Just as you were, right?

And you need blind faith

No false hope

Do you have blind faith?

No false hope

Where is your blind faith?

No false hope

Open your eyes, step into the light

The sound becomes

A congregation