Dig New Streams

Melody starts, echoin' breath

Echoin' fear, echoin' death

Echoin' real, echoin' dream

Echoin' drop, echoin' stream

Worn and dirty rivers find the sea

Brutally routine

Love, let us dig new streams

Love, let us dig new streams

Where water and word are clean

I got 30 voices in my head

They've been tellin' me to quit while I'm ahead

But I'm not ahead

I'm diggin' while my blood's still red

I'm diggin' for the streams beneath my bed

Underneath my head

I'm headed down to New Orleans

I'm headed down to New Orleans

I'm headed down to chase these dreams

I'm headed down to New Orleans

Come all you worn out, burnt out sick and tired

Come all you fake, pretentious suit-and-ties

Come with your filthy hands and your blackened eyes

If you've been hurt by the birds and the bees of life

If you've been hurt by the church of black and white

Come unto me, find rest my burden's light

People, put your hands up, let me know you

People, put your hands up, let me know you

People, put your hands up, let me know you

People, put your hands up, let me know you

People, put your hands up, let me know you

People, put your hands up, let me know, let me know you

Love, let us dig new streams

Love, let us dig new streams

Where water and word are clean

Love, let us dig new streams