Letras
The posters go up Sunday, announcing a parade
We'll gather at the rite of spring and storm the barricade
Then trip along the telegraph, sagging to the sea
Where the faithful bring their baskets down and set their children free
How else could go my gospel
Who else would I be saved
Without you as the water standing here
Behind this wave?
The ponies have been blinded from working in the sun
We'll stand them in the river to their knees when day is done
They pull along the captives, kneeling at the rails
To drive them into this land's heart and soul with blood and nails
How else could go my gospel
Who else would I be saved
Without you as the water standing here
Behind this wave?
I've come to waking early to watch the light extend
The way a fraying thread is proud when letting down your hem
Heads move by my window, but hats are held by hand
In honor of the wind that comes rethinking every man
How else could go my gospel
Who else would I be saved
Without you as the water standing here
Behind this wave?
There's beauty in the making of what will go unseen
Or how we might dissemble what may ever come between
We hardly share a language, but we give the ghost a name
You have kept its promise and it's kept you much the same
How else could go my gospel
Who else would I be saved
Without you as the water standing here
Behind this wave?