It's a nice day for a walk  I think I'll go to the lake  I see the people standing there  I hear a voice    "Friend, tell me what's going on?"  He shakes his head and walks away  I see a man in a boat  I hear him speak    Birds!  Rocks!  Thorns!  Good soil!    You think you see, but you are blind  You think you hear; you do not understand  Your hearts are hard, you've closed your mind  Oh, I would heal you!    More than a man  The Son of Man  More than a carpenter  With Eyes of Fire  And voice like a stream/thunder  His words cut to the bone    He tells another tale as I watch  I sense his words are true  Though he talks in riddles  I know there's more    Many leave now, though I stay  I need to understand  Tell me more, I need to know  Who you are    Who is this man, a carpenter?  How did he learn such truth?  Who is this man, a carpenter?  No, so much more