Lyrics

Pictures of Muhammad
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My hand is never steady
but my soul is always ready
to receive it when she sings
a melody for the king

She is using sound to heal
inside I kneel
Don't you let nobody know
take what you need and go

the pieces fit where you find them
but its just sometimes so hard to know

won't you
follow or lead me
follow or lead me home


When I stumble out of my bed
words they fall from my head
they don't make no sense to me
born blind still I learn to see

I'll meet you at the state line
hope the governors don't mind
an expedient degree
of well earned hostility

The pieces fit where you find them
but its just sometimes so hard to know

won't you
follow or lead me
follow or lead me home
won't you
follow or lead me
follow or lead me home
won't you
follow or lead me
follow or lead me home