The iced-over river
Still braiding its chain
The heart will break open
Until it remains
Torn deep and worn
As our father's refrain:
Oh boys, which side are you on?
We brought down the lighthouse
It fell like a tree
In the grey of the blues
Ever-singing in me
The riderless horse
That stands at the sea
Just waiting to carry us home
The stockade in Brighton
Is cold and it's mean
As the iron-ore country
Down through Bowling Green
Where Moses once stood
With his back to the king
Then took to the river alone
Now comes a new day
In the wake of the stars
That gamble and smoke
Out the back of the bar
Warming their hands
On the hood of the car
Just waiting to carry us home
Alone and disheartened
The wind by the door
Stands and delivers
A most-human roar
Asking for nothing
And saying no more
Oh whose road will lead us back home?
Whose wall is this
Suddenly stands in my yard?
Aloof and unmoving
And scathing and hard
Like the face of lost time
Embattled and scarred
Dreaming of all yet to come
When the light will play tricks
On the innocent sky
Bring it to close
Like the day by and by
Time will stand still
For both you and I
Just waiting to carry us home
Just waiting to carry us home
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