Well, I met the seventh son
He came for everyone
The day he heard the lightning in the field
I 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 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 the heart inside a cage?
And they’re singing like a bluebird in the round
There’s mystery in this wood
And ghosts within these roots
That are tangled 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 light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were
Right!
Just as you were
Just as you were
All right!
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 they’re singing like a bluebird in the round