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