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 lights

A jukebox generation

Just as you were

The voice upon 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

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, right

Just as you were

Just as you were, allright

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

Yeah

And they're singing like a blue bird in the round