I got rhythm in my pocket A place where I can stand The mind to move away from A tried and true plan Who says it is so anyway? The prophet, the thief? I’ve no need of your map To find myself a priest It’s all been decided The history of love The hammer and the nail The hand in the glove Lift your voices like sirens Like echoes in the black night Of the universe Do your part to be a heart That beats in time with the truth And I will too, sing it blue Too many beaten down Ignored or written off What happened to the gold In the rule, did it stop? Not so fast, it’ll outlast Every tyrant with a stick There’s help for the helpless Healing for the sick The consequence of sitting on our hands is too great Making plain our conviction isn’t something that can wait There’s a bell in the distance ringing like a clock The hand of its melody sweeps the sound of its thought Can you hear, can you see, can you hear, can you see? Are you free to believe, free to receive?