Blues Traveler

Music: chan kinchla
Lyrics: r. popper & john popper
A thousand times a prophet
A new york city prophet
They lie there all forgotten
I wonder who will hear them next
Well it wont be me it wont be you
Kind of makes you wonder who
Any sympathetic ear would do
Whos gonna hear them next
Lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
Dont you listen to them scream
We know they didnt hear you yet
But youre bound to get there soon
What do you think wed hear them say
Would they drop down on their knees and pray
Would they tell us that its all ok
Who do you think will ease their pain
And if we dare to listen
As the tears freeze up and glisten
With the current savior risen