believe. Amy says that she wrote it while biking in Vermont. The
lyrics, that is. It's tough to ride while playing guitar. The first
I left my anger in a river running near Highway 5
New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by,
Cottage 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 travelled feet burning wild as fire
And past lives, sister, are 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 angel are you anyway - anyway?
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 turn is it anyway - anyway?
White - Tongue - Rope - Fear - 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
Prophecy says it's where the world will end
There's a tumor growing in our backyard
Fear in our heads; fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyards
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 - anyway?
Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now, before you ghost about
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?
I said there's prophets in the graveyards, in the bars
Prophets in the graveyards, in the bars