Christmas Fuller Project - Wyoming lyrics

A thousand miles done. Let's get us off this bus. My cheek against the dirty window to curb the heat, I watch snow-floored Wyoming hills go past in dead wind farms and power lines. You remark on a cloud-veiled sun bare as a morning moon. Did you sleep since we last stopped? I nod my head and stretch my arms. Did you dream? You kiss my beard and polish at my collar bone. The other sky is clean and liquid blue. So blue it stains the Laramie peaks blue like hands dipped in a toilet tank. The sun glows in the clouds like a soul inside a tree. Touch my bones. They're my estate. I once dreamed a Second Coming. All the stars were shaken free, and I knew I'd see you soon. Like how you knew I'd find your name for that bright morning we had juice. How you trust the love in me when it took so long to say. I see two towers of smoke embraced like re-met lovers out in heaven. I can be so hard to know, but my heart is in your care. A thousand miles left. We're only halfway home.