New York Prophesie

Blues Traveler

A thousand times a prophet


A New York City prophet


They lie there all forgotten


I wonder who will hear them next





Well it won't be me and it won't be you


Kind of makes you wonder who


Any sympathetic ear would do


Who's gonna hear them next





Well, lie prophet lie


For the sky is much too high


Keep it in your eye


And memorize the moon


Dream prophet dream


And don't you listen to them scream


We know they didn't hear you yet


But you're bound to get there soon





What do you think we'd hear them say


Would they drop down on their knees and pray


Would they tell us that it's all OK


Who do you think will ease their pain





And if we dare to listen


As the tears freeze up and glisten


With the current savior risen


Who do you think will ease their pain





Well lie prophet lie


For the sky is much too high


Keep it in your eye


And memorize the moon


Dream prophet dream


But don't you listen to them scream


We know they didn't hear you yet


But you're bound to get there soon





What will our mighty future be


For there ain't no prophet here to see


That narrows it down to you and me


Do you want to live or die





Well we've chosen death with its toll begun


You know I've always pictured life more fun


Too bad we couldn't ever act as one


Do you want to live or die





Well lie prophet lie


For the sky is much too high


Keep it in your eye


And memorize the moon


Dream prophet dream


And don't you listen to them scream


We know they didn't hear you yet


But you're bound to get there soon