Congregation

And I met the seventh son He came for everyone The day he heard the lightning in the field

I've heard him clear his throat A fork within the road That night the tallahatchie took the wheel

I've been throwing knives to see just where they'll land Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the light A jukebox generation Just as you were

The voice upon the stage Is a heart inside a cage And it's singing like bluebird in the round

There's mystery in this wood And ghosts within these roots And a tangle deep beneath 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 lights A jukebox generation Just as you were

Just as you were Just as you were

And you need blind faith No false hope No false hope

Do you have blind faith? No false hope No false hope

Where is your blind faith? No false hope No false hope

Open your eyes Open your eyes Step into the light!

Open your eyes Step into the light!

The sound becomes Congregation A congregation A congregation

And there

In the singing like a blue bird in the round