Well, I met the seventh son
He came for everyone
The day he heard the lighting in the field
I heard him clear his throat
A fork within the road
That night the Tallahatchie took the wheelI've been throwing knives
To see just where they land
Now my world is in your handsSend in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you wereThe voice upon the stage
Is the heart inside a cage
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round
There's mystery in this wood
And ghosts within these roots
That are tangled deep beneath this southern groundI've been going through life
Making foolish plans
Now my world is in your handsSend in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you wereAnd you need blind faith
No false hope
Do you have blind faith?
No false hope
Where is your blind faith?
No false hope
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Step into the light
Open your eyes, step into the light
The sound becomesCongregation
A congregation
A congregation, yeah
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round