I was dead and buried In 1995 The world didn't mourn my passing No sure it knew I'd been alive As it turned out The hand of God from the rafters In the saddest last act of a play The end was just the beginning Shook off the dust of that grave As it turns out I raised my voice That those with ears could hear The dead rejoice For what is left to fear In the clothes in which i was buried I discovered to my surprise Part of me took it's first step And part of me stayed behind As it turned out The stumbling fool had to die there No to be heard from again When joy embraces the ending The revelry truly begins As it turns out Raise your voice That those with ears may hear The dead rejoice For what is left (San Joaquin valley) (Newman avenue) Many broken pieces (Angel of haston place) Somehow come together (6th and pch) In a tiny room upstairs (Ah, kyler) Pacific ocean air (They're singing my song) Raise your voice That those with ears may hear The dead rejoice For what is left to fear Raise your voice That those with ears may hear The dead rejoice For what is left to fear (Somewhere in dallas texas) (Rainbow circle moonsong) So many different faces (Bushnell illinois) Somehow made familiar (Skamania and st. erik splan) Every peak and valley (Merrill wisconsin) I wouldn't change a thing (Orlampa and puget sound) I couldn't change a thing (They're singing our song) Why would i change a thing (They're singing our song) (They're singing our song)