I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose
The road disappeared and the axle froze
I was low on gas and lower on hope
I covered my eyes and I felt for the ropeThe wind was howling and the air it stung
I breathed in dust and it burned my lungs
And through the dust a driver came
Small and twisted and his face was plainHe said love them all
All that you need when your heart is small
Love them all
You're gonna find them when they fallIt was not hard to make him out
He simply spoke while I had to shout
He asked me where you driving child?
His voice was clear but his eyes were wildI said I'm going to the city
To meet the high and proud
And let them know that anger
Is the nature of the crowdHe said love them all
All that you need when your heart is small
Love them all
You're gonna find them when they fallLove them all
All that you need when your heart is small
Love them all
You're gonna find them when they fallHe said your words are lost on the dead
When you belong to them
Once I was dead and I knew the words
Of those dry and hollow menAnd he took the rope and he hitched me up
Freed me from the dust
And he helped me round the pilgrims up
And lead them to the busHe said love them all
All that you need when your heart is small
Love them all
You're gonna find them when they fallLove them all
All that you need when your heart is small
Love them all
You're gonna find them when they fallLove them all
All that you need when your heart is small
Love them all
You're gonna find them when they fall
Songwriters
Adamson, Stuart / Brzezicki, Mark / Butler, Tony / Watson, Bruce WilliamPublished by
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