The Maker

Oh, oh deep water

It's black and cold like the nights

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted mile

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see

For the fog in my eyes

And I could not feel

For the fear in my life

And from across the great divide

In the distance I saw the light

It was Jean Baptiste

He was walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken

By long and dangerous leaps

I can walk the fields of Abraham

And turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

Brother John

Have you seen the homeless daughters?

They're standing there with broken wings

I have seen flaming swords

There over East Eden

Burning in the eyes

Burning in the eyes

And the burning in the eyes of the Maker

No river rise from your sleep