Climb a Tree

I went back to my little town
Saw the river, and I drifted
Down past Mosquito Beach
I stayed just out of reach
While the Cottonwoods swayed
And the Catholics prayed
Over at St. Isadore's
When I could wander no more
I headed for the shore
And Your name came to my lips
Epiphany, the gospel's alive in me

I imagine myself walking down a street
In some little town, not unlike my little town
And walking up to the very first person
I lay eyes on
And saying to that stranger
"Hey man, is the gospеl alive in you?"
Then the strangеr speaks in a liquid voice
As I imagine and angel might speak
And he says to me...

He says, "Go, go, go climb a tree,"
He says, "Go, go, go climb a tree."

So I went back to my little town
Climbed a tree and had a look
There goes ol' singing John
Without his helmet on
And the rice fields are burning
The Feather, she's a-churning
Under the 10th Street bridge
And there's an SR-71's vapor trail
And You come to my mind
Epiphany, the gospel's alive in me

I imagine myself standing in a tree
In some little town, not unlike my little town
Shouting out to the whole wide world
I lay eyes on
And I say to the world
"Hey world, is the gospel alive in you?"
Then the world speaks in a worldly voice
As I imagine and world might speak
And it says to me...

It says, "Climb down, down from your tree"
It says, "Climb down, down from your tree"

Thank God I'm not as sensitive as I used to be
Oh, I think I will, I think I will
I think I will stay in my tree