At dawn we left with a love in our hands
For the border to cross the great wasteland
Miles and miles come and go we grow older
Kiss me now while the desert is in your hair

At night I dream about the angels weaving
Cloaks of stars for saints unnamed
The faintest light at the edge of the day
See it barrel toward us now like a holy freight train

The night is ripe with reckless dares
My head is full of lonesome prayers

This desiccated night shares a border with the sea
We walk for years, no door in sight, jingling our keys
Miles and miles lay before us and behind
What is home but the shelter of your company and time?

The night is ripe with reckless dares
My head is full of lonesome prayers

The quiet crosses shining with the moon come into view
As we limp around the endless bend with pebbles in our shoes
If the sun should greet our hungry eyes with wine and bread in hand
I will sing to you of water’s dream: to fall and quench the land