Wings

Wings Lyrics

Song Wings
Artist Josh Ritter
Album Hello Starling
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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
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
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