I dreamed of Moses
He wanted to put my hair into cornrows
I said, "I thought you were born way before
Those came into fashion"

He said, "Don't be silly
Your dreams never follow the chronology of history
And the purpose of dreams is still quite a mystery
Even to me"

So I pulled up a lawn chair
Took off my sword and shield and I laid 'em right down there
He braided my hair in the shade of a bare branched
But beautiful sycamore tree

You people are singing to me
Cause God never speaks in his own voice, you see
You people are singing to me
And your song says what it says

I was born for singing
At the top of my lungs over church bells a-ringing
And bringing confusion to those disillusioned
By fighting against the mainstream

We were born for dying
Short time to prepare for long time in the sky and
No matter what you believe you must admit
Some things are not like they seem
And when Moses finished
He stared at me hard with a squint and a grimace
Said, You look so damn good that I'm mad this isn't real life
And it's just a dream

You people are singing to me
Cause people are more than just drops in the sea
You people are singing to me
And your song says what it says

I woke up from dreaming
And I stepped out my door onto landscape a-gleaming
A man came right up to my door just to hand me a pamphlet
About Jews for Jesus

The world is so narrow
And I walk down the sidewalk heel-to-toe, heel-to-toe
Walking a tightrope and nothing is real below
Heel-to-toe 'til the next platform

I'm probably wrong
But someone above me tossed down this song
With a long introductory letter that I never quite found
The time to read

You people are singing to me
Cause God never speaks in his own voice, you see
You people are singing to me
And your song says, Ezra
Get yourself free
Get yourself free
Get yourself free