Driving To Damascus

I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose

The road disappeared and the axle froze

I was low on gas and lower on hope

I covered my eyes and I felt for the rope

The wind was howling and the air it stung

I breathed in dust and it burned my lungs

And through the dust a driver came

Small and twisted and his face was plain

He said love them all

All that you need when your heart is small

Love them all

You're gonna find them when they fall

It was not hard to make him out

He simply spoke while I had to shout

He asked me where you driving child?

His voice was clear but his eyes were wild

I said I'm going to the city

To meet the high and proud

And let them know that anger

Is the nature of the crowd

He said love them all

All that you need when your heart is small

Love them all

You're gonna find them when they fall

Love them all

All that you need when your heart is small

Love them all

You're gonna find them when they fall

He said your words are lost on the dead

When you belong to them

Once I was dead and I knew the words

Of those dry and hollow men

And he took the rope and he hitched me up

Freed me from the dust

And he helped me round the pilgrims up

And lead them to the bus

He said love them all

All that you need when your heart is small

Love them all

You're gonna find them when they fall

Love them all

All that you need when your heart is small

Love them all

You're gonna find them when they fall

Love them all

All that you need when your heart is small

Love them all

You're gonna find them when they fall