Prophet

Track 1 for the RPM 2015 album Cold Ground Was My Bed

No man is a prophet in his own home
No man is a prophet in his own
You can do just what you want, in the end you stand alone
No man is a prophet in his own

Don’t want no cryin’ when I’m gone
No don’t want no cryin’ when I’m gone
When I leave this world and it won’t be long
I want you all to sing this song
Don’t want no cryin’ when I’m gone

Some words come between us
Just like a wall
Other words can tear it down
Or make the teardrops fall
The moon and stars and Venus
Shine down on these dark lands
And if you just look up your problems seem small
And if you look up we all seem small