Well, I met the seventh son

He came for everyone

The day he heard the lighting in the field

I heard him clear his throat

A fork within the road

That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel



I’ve been throwing knives

To see just where they land

Now my world is in your hands



Send in the congregation

Open your eyes, step in the light

A jukebox generation

Just as you were



The voice upon the stage

Is the heart inside a cage

And they’re singing like a bluebird in the round

There’s mystery in this wood

And ghosts within these roots

That are tangled deep beneath this southern ground



I’ve been going through life

Making foolish plans

Now my world is in your hands



Send in the congregation

Open your eyes, step in the light

A jukebox generation

Just as you were



And you need blind faith

No false hope

No false hope

Do you have blind faith?

No false hope

No false hope

Where is your blind faith?

No false hope

No false hope

Open your eyes, open your eyes

Step into the light

Open your eyes, step into the light

The sound becomes



Congregation

A congregation

A congregation, yeah

And they're singing like a bluebird in the round