Folk singers on Twitter You know they've got all the answers They're all at the tips of your fingers In that pale blue light You can lay down in your bed Hang your hat on every line that you've read While your lover is dreaming You are waking to that blue bird song You can open your own private window You can look upon the power and light You can eat from the tree of the god That keeps you up at night In the morning you can check your mail And some dude will ask you how's it been? He really likes your work Is there any chance he'll see you again? You can exit your private screen Open a window and hear Let It Breathe That was a long time ago But man, it was a hell of a song You can open your own private window You can look upon the power and light You can eat from the tree of the god That keeps you up at night You can read the words of the prophets You can follow the light in the darkness You can eat from the tree of the god That keeps you up at night You can eat from the tree of the gods And it'll taste just fine In another 140 years There'll be another 140 people Writing another 140 lines about what it all means To Let It Bleed