Burning Bush

And I woke up in a field

Surrounded by trees

And a scattering of orange blossoms

Blew by in the breeze

And I looked up to the sky

And I saw Nobody round

And I asked Him how long I had been there

Lying on the ground

"Twenty years you've been sleeping

I hope that you feel rested,

because there's work to do

Slow your blood has been creeping

But you can thaw it right out in the fire of truth"

And I looked down at my hands,

They were small and pale and soft

And I felt my tongue had thickened so's I

Couldn't even talk

I said, "Mister, I can't work

For I am minuscule and weak

And my tongue is worn and blackened

I could never truly speak"

"Funny, all these convictions

Are based on the assumption that

it's up to you

Silence your contradictions

And dip your hands and lips into

Fire of truth"

And I turned myself around

And I saw a wall of flame

Stretching high above the treetops

And whispering my name

I said "Do I gotta go in

And will it cause me pain?"

He said

"Sure as hell it will,

But it's the only way to change"

Twenty years I've been sleepin'

Twenty years I've been sleepin'

Twenty years I've been sleepin'

I ain't never gonna sleep again

Twenty years I've been sleepin'

Twenty years I've been sleepin'

Twenty years I've been sleepin'

I ain't never gonna sleep again