song lyrics

"Ode to a Leader"

Though you think you're a prophet
Nobody believes you
Even the other zealots
Think you're extreme

You pretend not to notice
When they're asking you questions
Even when you're in public
You don't want to be seen

But I saw you last Sunday
You were riding your chariot
Your six white horses
Were unusually clean

As you rounded the corner
Past the manicured graveyard
Did you begin to wonder
Why the grass was so green

And when it all comes down on you
And when it finally makes it through
Will you care at all?

People talk like they know you
They put words in your mouth
Nobody seems to notice
They're just a part of your scheme

You put your plans into motion
And nobody asks questions
They're either with you or against you
There's no in between

And when it all comes down on you
And when it finally makes it through
Will you be there at all?

Isn't there a song somewhere
Or something that will make you care
A little bit of honesty
To make you face reality
Or do you feel at all

I saw a tree they call Judas
It was covered in flowers
It reminded me of you
I don't exactly know why

It was growing in a garden
In the heart of a desert
I saw the face of a soldier
Staring up at the sky

And when it all comes down on you
And when it finally makes it through
Will you hear their call?