It’s raining in Bethlehem
I have not been home for a long time
You are sending pictures showing the almond trees
How do your eyes roar like the sea of twilight
Your clothes cloud away before the moon
I got lost, and yes, it hurts
But many are getting worse by
Your voice is sweet
I do hear it
But I got old and
My head hurts
Your words drum
I’m far from everything
We did not come here to give up
You think I’m broken? you have no idea
See how our opposition pulls together over the hill
Watch them run
I got to know you in my dark
You were the glitter of gold
I scurried like a squirrel through your forest
Tomorrow I’m on the road again
I carry you everywhere with me
Sometimes as a dream
Sometimes as a cloudburst anthrax
Your voice is sweet
I do hear it
But I got old and
My head hurts
Your words drum
I’m far from everything
We did not come here to give up
You think I’m broken? you have no idea
See how our opposition pulls together over the hill
Watch them run
When I get up
Yes you
Stand loose
From the crowd
Pull me closer
(we did not come here to give up
You think I’m broken? you have no idea)
See how our opposition pulls together over the hill
Watch them run
When I get up