Only heard a few stories, really only seen a few works,
Tractor paints on plywood, they're covered with verse.
You see so much, see not much at all,
But we're treading down serpents and we're breaking the fall.

And a picture's worth a thousand words; what I've seen is what I've heard,
Well, the image writhes, flickers on the screen,
Distance grows wide between the glory and the dream.

You may be out there on the river with your bridges all burned,
Cannot swim a stroke 'cause you never learned, never learned,
Sure, some wear it like a badge or a noose around their neck,
But call me home early, Lord - swear there's nothing to protect.

If a picture's worth a thousand words, what I've seen is what I've heard,
Well, the image writhes and flickers on the screen,
Distance grows wide between the glory and the dream.

Only heard a few stories, I've really only seen a few works,
Tractor paints on plywood, covered with Bible verse,
You see so much, see not much at all,
But we're treading down serpents and we're breaking the fall.

If a picture's worth a thousand words, what I've seen is what I've heard,
The image writhes, flickers on the screen,
Distance grows wide between the glory and the dream.

And the dreaming.