Ahh
Well, I'm alive like a sprouting seed, like the deepest roots of an ancient tree
I did not come here for the bread, no, I have come to wake the dead
They'll say tell us Jack what have you seen, where will you go, now what does it mean
Come on boys, you got to do it right, pray to the moon in the middle of the night
Come on Jack, what do you know, what have you seen, where will you go
Come on boys, I got to tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you
I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die
I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told
Whoa, Whoa, whoa
I'm throwing heat like a funeral pyre, we can get along like a house on fire