John Fullbright Follow

I go searching through this world
I wait on something to unfurl
Thinking back on toys and paper dolls
Now all I ever find are walls
Tried to find myself out East
Maybe find comfort there at least
When I got there all I found
Somebody burned it to the ground
So let your trumpets blow
Round the walls of Jericho
Let your mighty voices sound
Until the walls come tumbling down
Searched for days for you out West
And I was greeted like a guest
Into the desert’s open arms
Finding not your childlike charms
If these thoughts I hold be true
I’ll lay down my traveling shoes
And let the vines grow over me
Let the earth swallow my dreams
And let my trumpet blow
‘Round the walls of Jericho
Let my mighty voice be heard
Then speak not another word
Throw your arrows and your slings
And your other precious things
Outside your gate I will stand tall
As you cower behind your wall
Look inside yourself to see
Where these walls appear to be
Let your soul step out to breathe
Swallow whole your dignity
And let your trumpet blow
‘Round the walls of Jericho
Let your mighty voices sound
Until the walls come tumbling down.