For when you look at the ceiling, or down at the floor, when the trouble's before you, you're begging for more.

How do you tell one You've spoken with God? / Would you believe someone / Who said that they saw / Plans for a boat / To hold all the beasts / And you and your kids From a flood to retreat?

I am not God, and I am not judge. Your fate is your own And you need not to budge.

And He knew him, imagine, To be known, spoken of, By the creator of everything That rule from above.

Determining dreams is the business of God, But He might let me know what it means, what you saw.

I wonder what God must have thought then / When He saw the work of Cain's hand / That the first baby born on the planet / Grew up to kill the third man.