Lyrics

First in leading my heart into new decisions First in laying a plan for a better vision First in leading my faith into stiller waters First in charting a plan for our sons and daughters I've got my only reservation strapped to wings of a bird with a missing beak I've got my only preservation spent on the sight of the ones who care for me What's it gonna be The laws of earth were made for kings and priests but not for me The fires burning high in suburbs and Salem in Harlem and Western philosophy Holiest of words and wonders written on our sides It's getting old it's getting ugly Trying to make rocks sing Letting the mysterious guide babies on their way It's strange But now we all say!