I got some simple words Some quiet ones I heard yesterday No revolution call, just a prayer song Their invitations clear Nothing to think too hard about It's nearly fearless here so be gracious Theres may be broken branches Hard decisions and circumstances Yeah I know, yeah I know I will be on this ride Until there is no more of it So wheres the use in trying to be perfect Oh when the waters clear And I can drink my fill of it Then I can let my will be broken There may be calls of treason Indignation and dammed good reasons But I won't care, I won't be there I got some simple words Just got these simple words