Mark of Cain/Unsettled

Music & Lyrics: Bobby Shiflett
Performed by: Bobby Shiflett: Guitars, Keyboards, Vox | Steve Casteel: Guitars | Guyton Sanders: Drums | Kenny Shiflett: Drums | Andrew Reid: Bass | Ashley Hoefer: Percussion | Laura Stansell: Vox

Dreams of the hawk still haunt the summer sky
This dying land is broken, the river has run dry
We wept for the days of bird and butterfly
Long gone …so long

All the people say beware the mark of Cain
They would not dare to know your cares, the will not share your pain
Branded by a moment destiny ordained
For the sun …must shine on

We will be amazed by a grace that can heal
We will find a way to tell the world just how we feel
We will find some days still unbroken by the wheel …that turns

All our days are numbered, the darkest paths we tread
The monster cannot slumber for his dreams in red
In the dawn Able died, from the ground his blood cried
Long gone …so long

We will be amazed by a grace that can heal
We will find a way to tell the world just how we feel
We will find some days still unbroken by the wheel …that turns

I heard the wind cry the name of Zion
I saw her image in the shifting sand
She wanted a shoulder to cry on
She wanted someone to understand

There aint no saints in Zion
No sinners either as far as I know
There aint no bag of tricks
No quick and easy fix
In Zion it’s just a show.

I swam in the streams of Babylon
I swam in the water of the Rivers of Life
The Priest of the Stars, he knew my name there
He knew the troubles I call my life

There aint no saints in Babylon
No sinners either as far as I can tell
You can get your kicks
On the other side of the River Styx
But in Babylon, life is hell

Why am I talking to you anyway?
You never hear what I have to say
You never dared and you never will
Your life is a dream because you’re asleep
There’s more to love than you can keep
There’s more to life than you can kill

Underneath the cedars of Lebanon
Sleeps the secret of a holy land.
The seventh son of a seventh son
Aint the son of the prodigal man

There aint no saints in Lebanon
No sinners either as far as I can see
I’ve been up and down these roads
All the way to Jericho
On up to Tyre through Galilee
Still unsettled
Still not free
Still unsettled
Still not free