歌曲 | Wings |
歌手 | Josh Ritter |
专辑 | Hello Starling |
at night we crossed the border following a Black robe | |
to the edge of the reservation—to Cataldo Mission | |
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts | |
what makes the water holy | |
she says | |
is that that it's the closest thing to rain | |
I stole the mule from Anthony—I helped Anne up upon it | |
and we rode to Coeur d'Alene—passed Harrison and Wallace | |
they were blasting out the tunnels—making way for the light of learning | |
when Jesus comes a'calling | |
she said | |
he's coming round the mountain on a train | |
Yeah | |
It's my home—last night I dreamt that I grew wings | |
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing | |
we floated on to Hanford in a lumber boat up river | |
past the fisheries and the mill towns like a stretch of future graveyards | |
she was driven to distraction—said | |
I wonder what will happen | |
when they find out they're mistaken—the land is too changed to ever change | |
we waded through the marketplace—someone's ship had come in | |
there was silver and begonias—dynamite and cattle | |
there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart | |
I said | |
inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain | |
Yeah | |
It's my home—last night I dreamt that I grew wings | |
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing. | |
and so they came with cameras—breaking through the morning mist | |
press and businessmen—tycoons—Episcopal philanthropists | |
lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman | |
but all we saw were lowlands—clouds clung to mountains without strings | |
and at last we saw some people... | |
at last we saw some people... | |
at last we saw some people huddled up against | |
the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers | |
they were headed for the border—walking and then running | |
and then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings |
at night we crossed the border following a Black robe | |
to the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission | |
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts | |
what makes the water holy | |
she says | |
is that that it' s the closest thing to rain | |
I stole the mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it | |
and we rode to Coeur d' Alene passed Harrison and Wallace | |
they were blasting out the tunnels making way for the light of learning | |
when Jesus comes a' calling | |
she said | |
he' s coming round the mountain on a train | |
Yeah | |
It' s my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings | |
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing | |
we floated on to Hanford in a lumber boat up river | |
past the fisheries and the mill towns like a stretch of future graveyards | |
she was driven to distraction said | |
I wonder what will happen | |
when they find out they' re mistaken the land is too changed to ever change | |
we waded through the marketplace someone' s ship had come in | |
there was silver and begonias dynamite and cattle | |
there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary' s heart | |
I said | |
inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain | |
Yeah | |
It' s my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings | |
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing. | |
and so they came with cameras breaking through the morning mist | |
press and businessmen tycoons Episcopal philanthropists | |
lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman | |
but all we saw were lowlands clouds clung to mountains without strings | |
and at last we saw some people... | |
at last we saw some people... | |
at last we saw some people huddled up against | |
the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers | |
they were headed for the border walking and then running | |
and then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings |