[Verse 1] Judah walked south with a shadowed name, Coins in his pocket, cards marked with flame, Stopped by the roadside where the lanterns lie, Paid for a promise, never asked her why. Morning came quick, robes turned to dust, Seal in her hand, ashes in his trust, Truth wears disguises when the road bends wrong, Sometimes the sinner writes the better song. [Chorus] Oh, the words fall cheap like rain on tin, Everybody talking but nobody listening, The poor cry out, the night replies, Heaven keeps count of borrowed lies. If justice walks with a crooked spine, She still shows up, just not on time. [Verse 2] Joseph dreamed colors in a colorless place, Chains on his ankles, hope on his face, Potter’s house echoes with a slammed-back door, Truth don’t live welcome behind that floor. She said his name like a loaded gun, Crowd believed her before he could run, Stone walls hum with a low refrain, Innocent men learn patience from pain. [Chorus] Oh, the words fall sharp like broken glass, Tongues write checks that the heart can’t cash, The wicked grin, the honest bend, Still the story don’t end where they intend. If justice sleeps with one eye blind, She wakes up loud at the strangest time. [Verse 3] Down in the cell where the daylight thins, Cupbearer dreaming of pouring again, Baker sees birds where the bread should be, Future circling like a hung jury. Joseph listens, don’t laugh, don’t judge, Reads the truth in a coffee smudge, Says, “Remember me when the door swings wide,” The door swung wide… memory lied. [Bridge] Lord of whispers, keeper of names, You hear the meek through the liar’s claims, Every smooth word’s got a hook inside, Every vow’s got a place to hide. But you said once through the thunder’s din, “I’ll guard the poor from the mouths of men.” [Verse 4] Years roll by like a loaded train, Forgotten faces, familiar pain, But a silver cup and a jailhouse dream Turn dust to bread in the grander scheme. What was meant for the gallows hums, Turns into mercy before it’s done, You can bury truth, but you can’t make it rot, It comes back singing whether you like it or not. [Final Chorus] Oh, the words fall true when the silence breaks, When the last lie shivers and the first truth wakes, The poor stand tall, the proud feel small, Every hidden thing gets named in the call. If justice walks with a crooked grin, She still walks toward the light in the end. [Outro] So deal your hand, play it slow and fair, You never know who’s listening there, Dreams don’t die in a prison cell, They just learn how to wait real well.
