NY 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

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 okay?

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?

Lie prophet lie

For the sky is much too high

Keep it in your eye

And memorize the moon

Dream prophet dream

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

Don’t you listen to them scream

We know they didn’t hear you yet

But you’re bound to get there soon