Wings

	  		 
  
   Am  
At night we crossed the border following a Black robe  
       Em  
To the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission  
          Am  
Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts  
     Em                                                                F     Am 
What makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain  
 
  Am  
I stole a mule from Anthony, I helped Anne up upon it  
       Em  
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene past Harrison and Wallace  
          Am  
They were blasting out the tunnels, making way for the light of learning  
     Em                                                                    F      C  
When Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a train  
 
     F                                        C  
It's my home, last night I dreamt that I grew wings  
          G                                     Am  
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 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 and apples in the shape of Mary's heart  
I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain  
 
Chorus 
 
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 
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, walking and then running  
Then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she saw wings