The Preacher
I heard your tales of quarrel
I heard your songs of doubt
And I feel the pain and the anger
Let them go for twist and shout

And like a prophet in the land of broken dreams
You are standing right in front of me
And like a seeker in the land of milk and honey
I am standing right in front of you

Who really cares?
Who wanna know?
Who really cares?

And like a prophet in the land of broken dreams
You are standing right in front of me
And like a seeker in the land of milk and honey
I am standing right in front of you

And like a seeker in the land of milk and honey
I am standing right in front of you