Congregation

Foo Fighters · Sonic Highways [2014]

I met the seventh son

​He came for everyone

​The day he heard the lighting in the field

​I heard him clear his throat

​A fork within the road

​That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel



I've been throwing knives

​To see just where they'll land

​Now my world is in your hands



Send in the congregation

​Open your eyes, step in the light

​A jukebox generation

​Just as you were



The voice upon the stage

​Is the heart inside a cage

​And it's singing like a bluebird in the round

​There's mystery in this wood

​And ghosts within these roots

​That are tangled deep beneath this southern ground



I've been going through life

​Making foolish plans

​Now my world is in your hands



Send in the congregation

​Open your eyes, step in the light

​A jukebox generation

​Just as you were



And you need blind faith

​No false hope, no false hope

​Do you have blind faith?

​No false hope, no false hope

​Where is your blind faith?

​No false hope, no false hope

​Open your eyes, open your eyes

​Step into the light

​Open your eyes, step into the light



​The sound becomes congregation

A congregation, a congregation, yeah

And they're singing like a bluebird in the round