At night we crossed the border following a Black robe
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To the edge of the reservation?o Cataldo Mission
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Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
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What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain
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I stole a mule from Anthony? helped Anne up upon it
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And we rode to Coeur d'Alene?hrough Harrison and Wallace
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They were blasting out the tunnels?aking way for the light of learning
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When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train
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It's my home條ast night I dreamt that I grew wings
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I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
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We floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
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Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
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She was driven to distraction?aid I wonder what will happen
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When they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change
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We waded through the marketplace?omeone's ship had come in
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There was silver and begonias梔ynamite and cattle
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There were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart
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I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain
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It's my home條ast night I dreamt that I grew wings
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I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.
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And so they came with cameras?reaking through the morning mist
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Press and businessmen?ycoons?piscopal philanthropists
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Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
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But all we saw were lowlands?louds clung to mountains without strings
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And at last we saw some people huddled up against
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The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
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They were headed for the border?alking and then running
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Then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw
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wings
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Wings
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| Josh Ritter |
