Your home is still here, Inviolate and certain Thank you O Lord for the white blind light Jumped, humped, born to suffer, Made to undress in the wilderness. All of us have found a safe niche where we can store up riches And talk to our fellows in the same premise of disaster. Thank you O Lord for the white blind light Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopeless night Moonshine night Mountain Village Insane in the woods In the deep trees O, I want to be there I want us to be there Beside the lake Beneath the moon Cool & swollen Dripping its hot liquor Thank you O Lord for the white blind light A city rises from the sea Let me show you the maiden with wrath iron soul Out here in the perimeter there are no stars, Out here we is stoned immaculate stoned immaculate stoned immaculate