There's a voice that I can hear sometimes
Out here on the mountain
When it's dark and the sky is pouring acid like a fountain
And the memories like coal dust stain the window of my eyes
So ask them no more questions
And they can't sell you no more lies

I hear voices all around me
In society's depression
Over and over
They recite their first impression
And the rivers are all crying
'Cause the ocean cannot speak
Until her waters crash into uncharted shores
So dark and bleak

Oh, how I wish somebody'd make these voices go away
Seems they're always talking but they ain't got much to say
Well a picture's worth a thousand words
But a word ain't worth a dime
We all know they'll go on talking 'til the end of time

Don't call it a sign of the times
When it's always been this way
Forked tongues and voices
Behind curtains with no names
Well, they plot their wicked schemes
Setting fate for all mankind
With evil that can fill God's pretty skies
With clouds that burn and blind

How I wish somebody'd make these voices go away
Seems they're always talking but they ain't got much to say
Well a picture's worth a thousand words
But a word ain't worth a dime
We all know they'll go on talking 'til the end of time

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson