By moonlight we found our way down to the river And searched for the crossing there Where people-less leaders watch the children of chaos Fall into disorder We took the sky my sisters and I With the angels we met on the way Saw the soul of Joe Strummer dance the Bo Diddley Standing on the grave of James Earl Ray
My mother the water My father the sun in a bit of sky I am the road beside the highway through town My mother the water My father the sun in a bit of sky I am the road beside the highway through town
From my father I learned anger From my mother I learned hope But now it’s later and I am older I am grateful for both
By sunrise we came to the crossing Where the old dogs were sniffing the ground To rise out of Omaha high through the Flatirons Down to the ocean And there by the sea my brother and me And the whiskey we were drinking Words, words, everywhere Not a thought for thinking
My mother the water My father the sun in a bit of sky I am the road beside the highway through town My mother the water My father the sun in a bit of sky I am the road beside the highway through town