i left my anger in a river running highway 5

new hampshire, vermont, bordered by

college farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks

voices in the woods and the mountaintops



i used to search for reservations and native lands

before i realized everywhere i stand

there have tribal feet running wild as fire

some past life sister of my desire



jonas and ezekial hear me now

steady now and don't come out

i'm not ready for the dead to show it's face

whose turn is it anyway?

anyway?



now when i was young my people taught me well

give back what you take or you'll go to hell

it's not the devil's land, you know it's not that kind

every devil i meet becomes a friend of mine

every devil I meet is an angel in disguise



jonas and ezekial hear me now

steady now and don't come out

i'm not ready for the dead to show it's face

whose angel are you anyway?



white - chain - rope - fear

(hush my darling)

be still my dear



a bullet in the head, now he's dead

a friend of a friend, someone said

he was an activist with a very short life

i think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight



in the war over land where the world began

prophecies say it's where the world will end

but there's a tremor growing in our backyard

fear in our heads, fear in our hearts

prophets in the graveyard



jonas and ezekial hear me now

steady now and don't come out

i'm not ready for the dead to show it's face

whose turn is it anyway?



jonas and ezekial hear me now

steady now i feel your ghost about

i'm not ready for the dead to show it's face

whose angel are you anyway?



i said there's prophets in the graveyard

(now i walk in beauty)

prophets in the graveyard

(beauty is before me)

prophets in the graveyard

(beauty is behind me)

(above and below me)





words and music amy ray

copyright 1992 virgin songs inc and godhap music (bmi