[Verse 1] The ranger’s at the food bank, asking who came through A painted grin, a paper cup, a story half untrue Figuerro, Figuerro, somebody calls his name He answers with a sideways laugh and steps back in the frame [Chorus] On the seventh day, we crossed the line Borrowed the whole wide world, said, “It’s mine” Hey now, carry that tale along A crooked little sermon in a marching song [Verse 2] The eagle, anchor, rope—three emblems in the air A corporal’s old punchline gets passed from chair to chair Pain is just a door that swings when someone dares to move And every loud confession finds a rhythm in the room [Chorus] On the seventh day, we crossed the line Borrowed the whole wide world, said, “It’s mine” Hey now, carry that tale along A crooked little sermon in a marching song [Bridge] If I charge, come beside me If I turn, call me back If I fall, keep the story From slipping through the cracks [Choir] Figuerro! Figuerro! Who’s got the tale? We do! Figuerro! Figuerro! The whole room answers too! [Final Chorus] On the seventh day, we crossed the line Borrowed the whole wide world, said, “It’s mine” Hey now, carry that tale along A crooked little sermon in a marching song [Outro] The whole room answers too The whole room answers too
