Wings Lyrics

Song	Wings
Artist	Josh Ritter
Album	In the Dark: Live at Vicar Street
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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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