James's Song Lyrics

Inside this house there's a picture of a saint who lived and died

Outside in the rain

We don't live in the way we choose

Outside in the California sun that bakes the dust and cracks the ground

Inside I can see your face

But we know that all things must move

Revolution

All things move

Patient people waiting for someone to explain what we should do

Waiting for our cue

To return to the things we knew

Revolution

All things move

One point for knowing

Two for moving while we hide

Inside the painting we'd die to live again

One more for yelling

Sifting ourselves through the ground

If only to extend

Inside this house there's a picture of a saint who lived and died

Outside in the rain

To return to the things we knew

Revolution

All things move