A thousand times a prophet
A New York City prophet
They lie there all forgotten
I wonder who will hear them next

Well it won’t be me and it won’t be you
Kind of makes you wonder who
Any sympathetic ear would do
Who’s gonna hear them next?

Well, lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
Don’t you listen to them scream
We know they didn’t hear you yet
But you’re bound to get there soon

What do you think we’d hear them say?
Would they drop down on their knees and pray?
Would they tell us that it’s all okay?
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
Don’t you listen to them scream
We know they didn’t hear you yet
But you’re bound to get there soon

What will our mighty future be?
For there ain’t no prophet here to see
That narrows it down to you and me
Do you want to live or die?

Well we’ve chosen death with its toll begun
You know, I’ve always pictured life more fun
Too bad we couldn’t ever act as one
Do you want to live or die?

Well, lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
Don’t you listen to them scream
We know they didn’t hear you yet
But you’re bound to get there soon

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