Like a stretch of future graveyards
But all we saw were lowlands
And then they were gone into the fog
Yeah
On a lumber boat upriver
And at last we saw some people
Past the fisheries and the mill towns
Walking and then running
I said, "Inside this gilded cage
Huddled up against
Passed Harrison and Wallace
When they find out they’re mistaken"
Episcopal, philanthropists
Makin' way for the light of learnin'
We waded through the market place
It’s my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
They were headed for the border
Where the saints and all the martyrs
Yeah
Like railroad spikes and hammers
It’s my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
There were hearts as big as apples
Clouds clung to mountains without strings
Lost in their appraisal
Someone’s ship had come in
I helped Anne up upon it
And apples in the shape of Mary’s heart
Dynamite and cattle
There was silver and begonias
She says is that it’s the closest thing to rain
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
To Cataldo Mission
The land is too changed to ever change
Said," I wonder what will happen
And at last we saw some people
The rain that was descending
Press and businessmen tycoons
A songbird always looks so plain"
She was driven to distraction
And at last we saw some people
Breaking through the morning mist
I stole a mule from Anthony
And so they came with cameras
What makes the water holy
When Jesus comes a’ callin'
Of the body of a woman
And we rode to Coeur d’Alene
They were blasting out the tunnels
She said, 'He’s coming round the mountain on a train'
Look down on dyin' converts
We floated on to Hanford
To the edge of the reservation
