David Bazan Follow

I was trembling with gooseflesh
First time I prayed to speak in tongues
I saw it comin' and I tried to run
But now I make it up as I go along

Do I drive around with my high beams on?
Do I ever watch the road?
I store my thoughts in other people's heads
Then I question what they know

The rain falls on the animals
The wind blows up the dirt
Climb the rock, make a home in the cleft
Keep a record of the earth

On a crowded city sidewalk
Or in the wilderness alone
The crowd of witnesses hover above you
Like a pillar of smoke
Singing stories, whispering jokes

So the rain falls on the animals
The wind blows up the dirt
I climb the rock, I make my home in the cleft
And I keep a record of the earth
I keep a record of the earth
And I write it down for what it's worth
For what it's worth