Sacred Ground

Your starvation ships, well they’re set to sail,
your messenger he found me, he told me this tale,
he said your dice are rattling like teeth in your head,
and you’ve been singing songs about dying in your bed,
but that long legged man, with that knowing smile,
has been walking right beside you for many a mile,
but you know I heard that rumour,
that you’re going to break that chain,
and when you do you’re going to see me again.
When you make it to sacred ground,
when you make it to sacred ground,
I’m going to be there, I’m going to be around.
My prophet is a beggar, but he don’t care,
'cause he lives in castles made out of air,
they can mock him, they can taunt him, but he pays no mind,
he knows the secret roads of time,
they always must run crooked before they play out straight,
and if I’ve learned anything honey, I’ve learned how to wait.
When you make it to sacred ground,
when you make it to sacred ground,
I’m going to be there, I’m going to be around.
When you travel out across them borderlines,
you’re going to see many a strange sign,
but you got to learn to listen, and you got to play your part,
you’ve got to stand at the center of your heart.
When you make it to sacred ground,
when you make it to sacred ground,
I’m going to be there, I’m going to be around.