From the album TRUE

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Written by The Elders © 2017
Lyrics by Brent Hoad

Lyrics

Put aside your prophecies
We call the great perhaps
I know you are a seeker
With microscopes & maps
The devil & me we both agree
I hate him & he hates me
I can’t shake the hand that I can’t see

I should have been a fan
I’d rather meet the man
Who brings that hammer down upon
A million baby grands
The nights are short the weeks are long
Even if my faith is strong
Sometimes a man knows even Job was wrong

So show me a soul
Get down on your knees
Can you hold it in your hand
Can you pass it on to me
Good night Irene
Can you tell me what it means
You know what it takes to set me free

They wrote it down in numbers
A story carved in clay
Moses and eleven tribes
Their armies on the way
A righteous dance of sacrifice
Noah don’t have to tell me twice
And every saint got drunk on New Years Day

So show me a soul
Get down on your knees
Can you hold it in your hand
Can you pass it on to me
Good night Irene
Can you tell me what it means
You know what it takes to set me free