Testo Permanent Record

I was tremblin' with gooseflesh
The first time I prayed to speak in tongues
I saw it coming, but man, I tried to run
But now I make it up as I go along

Do I drive around with my high beams on?
Do I ever watch the road?
I store my thoughts In other people's heads
Then I question what they know

Rain falls on the animals
The wind blows up the dirt
Climb the rock, make a home in the cleft
Keep a record of the Earth

On a crowded city sidewalk
Or in the wilderness alone
The cloud of witnesses hovers above you
Like a pillar of smoke

Singing stories, whispering jokes
Rain falls on the animals The wind blows up the dirt
I climb the rock, still make a home in the cleft
Keep a record of the Earth
We keep a record of the Earth
We write it down, for what it's worth
For what it's worth