The trees preach better than a man can Better a believer than a madman A church is more than the sanctimonious Sleeping kings, and the poets They say I should see it in divine light But I see in the huddle on the 405 Something holy in the way they're holding Onto the hope just to stay alive If you could read my mind I'm sure that you'd be horrified You'd kick and scream and cry Where did you sleep last night? But someone gave me light Said that I don't need yours to shine Call her Prometheus She's always on my mind Is there room for the cursed? Among the exalted and the virgins? Do they see the people outside the steeple So-called sinners and the serpents? The old gods gave us fire But we find warmth in the silence If you could read my mind I'm sure that you'd be horrified You'd kick and scream and cry Where did you sleep last night? But someone gave me light Said that I don't need yours to shine Call her Prometheus She's always My God! Oh, my cathedral of nature My God! Sometimes you feel just like vapor My God! When will I finally meet my maker? Until the day it comes I'll keep on running to, escaping to (Running to, escaping to) Escaping to The places in my mind Where I don't have to hide I saw Prometheus on the 405 We fight in the face of a false God The prophets and their profits and their guns drawn Maybe God is a cello in between thoughts