Lyrics

On the road to Damascus Bearing what I considered good news Something knocked off my glasses Thought I was blinded by the light of some new truth We'd do whatever you asked us If you didn't feel the need to speak in code I heard the river flow past us Decided then I would follow where it flowed Something divinely inspired In the bumbling hands of a minor prophet Your word sent over a wire The sharpest edge of your sword was softened Someday we all may grow tired Of a holy covenant, old and arkless I saw a pillar of fire Turned around and walked into darkness You're scared of dying. You're scared of dying You'll wake up somewhere down the line You're scared of dying. You're scared of dying You'll wash up somewhere down the line I'm not scared of dying, but Lord, I'm trying To keep eternity in mind