At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton To Catalgo Mission Where the saints and all the martyrs Look down on dying converts What makes the water holy is that that it's the closest thing to rain I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it And we rode to Coeur d'Alene Past Harrison and Wallace They were blasting out the tunnels Making way for the light of learning When Jesus comes a'calling He's coming around the mountain on a train [Chorus:] But 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 On a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards She was driven to distraction Said I wonder what will happen When they find out they're mistaken And 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, Apples in the shape of Mary's heart And I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain [Chorus:] But it's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing. [musical interlude] 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 And clouds clung to mountains without strings And at last we saw some people... And at last we saw some people... And 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 They were walking and then running And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said Beneath their jackets she saw wings
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