Sycamore Lyrics

Sunday Morning, 10am

Sleeping on the pews

Dreaming of stained glass windows

Depictions of the Lord on the water

Woke up to the cries

Of someone shouting aloud

In tongues

And could I, as a child

Receive such a vision?

And if I (As sent from on high)

Were to turn back

Over the pages (So sent from below)

Would I sink into them?

Communion wafers, grape concentrate

In plastic cups sealed in cellophane

Coloring my take-home sheet

Zacchaeus in a sycamore tree

Smears of greens and blues

Scrawled over biblical dudes

And could I, as a child

Receive such a vision?

And if I (As sent from on high)

Were to turn back

Over the pages (So sent from below)

Would I sink into them?