Tiny Voices - Joe Henry

You wild beasts and you creeping things

Get down in your place

Down with all the absolutes

God’s awful grace

Who wants to see this coming?

Who wants to think you do?

Better to be blind when I’m

Falling for you

Go and tell old Pharaoh

His time has come about

His pretty houseboys laugh and sing

As they’re filing out

They’ve set fire behind them

I see it burning into view

High upon the mountain where I’m

Falling for you

All manner of abandon

Is just the thing we need

Get ready for the country, boys

The town has gone to seed

The telephone live is sagging

With word coming through:

Put your head between your knees, I’m

Falling for you

I can quit this anytime

It’s just to help me sleep

It stops the tiny voices

And strange hours that they keep

Who wants to hear them bleating on

And have to answer too?

Better to be dumb when I’m

Falling for you

So you ladies and you gentlemen-

Pull your bloomers on

Swing up on the highest beam

And let the floods come on

Who wants to be there wondering

When the Wonders rage on through?

Better to say never when I’m

Falling for you