i believe in prophecy.
some folks see things not everybody can see.
and,once in a while,they p*ss the secret along to you and me.
and i believe in miracles.
something sacred burning in every bush and tree.
we can all learn to sing the songs the angels sing.
yeah, i believe in god, and god ain’t me.
i’ve traveled around the world,
stood on mighty mountains and gazed across the wilderness.
never seen a line in the sand or a diamond in the dust.
and as our fate unfurls,
every day that p*sses i’m sure about a little bit less.
even my money keeps telling me it’s god i need to trust.
and i believe in god, but god ain’t us.
god,in my little understanding, don’t care what name i call.
whether or not i believe doesn’t matter at all.
i receive the blessings.
that every day on earth’s another chance to get it right.
let this little light of mine shine and rage against the night.
just another lesson
maybe someone’s watching and wondering what i got.
maybe this is why i’m here on earth, and maybe not.
but i believe in god, and god is god.