Josh Ritter - Wings (acoustic) lyrics

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, past 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 Well, 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 Well, 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 At last we saw some people At last we saw some people At last we saw some people huddled up against 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