I'm a mountain that has been moved
I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run
I'm a preacher with no pulpit
Spewing a sermon that goes on and on and on
Well if we take all these things
And we bury them fast
And we'll pray that they turn into seeds

To roots and then grass
It'd be all right, it's all right,
It'd be easier that way.
Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
Like he knew it was time
To start things over again
It'd be all right, it's all right,
It'd be easier that way.

Well if we take all these things
And we bury them fast
And we'll pray that they turn into seeds,
To roots and then grass
It'd be all right, it's all right,
It'd be easier that way

Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
Like he knew it was time
To start things over again
It'd be all right, it's all right,