Ny Prophesie — текст песни (blues traveler)

Music: chan kinchla

Lyrics: r. popper & john popper



A thousand times a prophet

A new york city prophet

They lie there all forgotten

I wonder who will hear them next



Well it wont be me it wont be you

Kind of makes you wonder who

Any sympathetic ear would do

Whos gonna hear them next



Lie prophet lie

For the sky is much too high

Keep it in your eye

And memorize the moon

Dream prophet dream

Dont you listen to them scream

We know they didnt hear you yet

But youre bound to get there soon



What do you think wed hear them say

Would they drop down on their knees and pray

Would they tell us that its all ok

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

Dont you listen to them scream

We know they didnt hear you yet

But youre bound to get there soon



What will our mighty future be

For there aint no prophet here to see

That narrows it down to you and me

Do you want to live or die



Well weve chosen death with its toll begun

(you know) Ive always pictured life more fun

Too bad we couldnt ever act as one

Do you want to live or die



Lie prophet lie

For the sky is much too high

Keep it in your eye

And memorize the moon

Dream prophet dream

Dont you listen to them scream

We know they didnt hear you yet

But youre bound to get there soon