[ Featuring Promise of the Real ]
Earth is like a church without a preacher
The people have to pray for themselves
Animals and birds cannot help them
Trees and plants have nothing new to say
Planets are just bumbles, floating carelessly
Streets lined up with boxes, so it seems
Lined up there forever by their buildings
Standing in the way of children's dreams
So I made my way down this highway
Stopping now to rest and then to eat
Trying not to damage that that's in my way
Lookin' for a way to be complete
That's how it ends in the beginning
That's how I plan to say goodbye
Leavin' bells just as they were ringing
I'm not trying to make something die
My friend Al got the message
Sent it down that street with the boxes on
Lined up there forever, filled with thinkers
Working on solutions here and gone
I really want to make a difference
Trying now to help him with the work
Originating in the heart of something
Worth keeping in the soul when it gets hurt
As we keep on building roads of boxes
To think inside of what we will
With increasing distance from the foxes
From the wolves and whip-poor-wills
And from the crows
And all the sea creatures
Mermaids and the galleons of horse
Crossing over onto waves of fortunes
To finally crash upon the shore
Upon the shore
Upon the shore
On the shore, on the shore
On the shore
On the shore
On the shore
On the shore
Shore
On the shore
On the shore
Rescued there by primative tribesman
Living in round triangles forevermore
(On the shore)
Never ever in a straight line
And always on the road to Heaven's door
Will the clouds and the rains come in torrents
(On the shore)
And will the winds blow forever
(On the shore)
Over the dry land between the castles
Or the herds of horses grazing on the clover
Earth is like a church without a preacher
Without a preacher
Earth is like a church without a preacher
Without a preacher
Earth is like a church
Earth is like a church
Earth is like a church
