I met the seventh son
He came for everyone
The day he heard the lightning in the field
I heard him clear his throat
The fork within the road
That night that Tallahatchie took the wheel

I've been throwing knives
To see just where they'll land
Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were

The voice upon the stage
Is the heart inside a cage
And it's singing like a bluebird in the round
There's mystery in this wood
And ghosts within these roots
And it tangled deep beneath this southern ground

I've been going through life
Making foolish plans
Now my world is in your hands

Send in the congregation
Open your eyes, step in the light
A jukebox generation
Just as you were, right?

Just as you were
Just as you were, alright

And you need blind faith
No false hope, no false hope
Do you have blind faith?
No false hope, no false hope
Where is your blind faith?
No false hope, no false hope
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Step into the light

Open your eyes, step into the light
The sound becomes congregation

Congregation
Congregation
And they're singing like a bluebird in the round