I came to you and you to me
And we were tapping on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke
Pitching quite a fit

'Bout how the makers of the medicine will always say you're looking sick

I came to you and you to me

And we would wimper to the women washing milk above their former white clothes
But the funny thing
Is how when God was in his people we were dreaming bout who else to be

And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring

I came to you and you to me

And we were barking at the drug dogs blood dried black on their hands
And never realized
You never tussle with a giant til you can hit him right between the eyes

That no matter how we chewed it we'd be choking on a compromise
'Cause all the jaws all the claws lay restless by the river side
And it was a muscle and a shadow that was shoving us into the light


I came to you and you to me
And we were scratching at a poor baby's bottle just to trade it for change

And now it's come to pass
That every eye beneath a mountain saw the smoke but no one heard the blast
That no one knew the arm was broken although everybody signed the cast

Until the government was good she said, "Man, I thought you'd never ask"
And when love wore out her welcome they just booked her for a bag of grass
And while she cried on the cross we were sucking all the laughing gas

And when the head had left the body not a flag was hanging half mast

[instrumental break]


(I came to you) (I came to you)


I came to you and you to me
And then we lost our own lovers' revolution but it started again
Now we're one


One of the parade waned widows walking home into the setting sun
One of the soldier's lost, in their dreams they never lose the gun

One of the wise men wandering the podium without a tongue
One of the trophy's (taught us?) by the mess we made of being young
One of the prayers one of the promises swallowed with our chewing gum

One of the deaf ear's dumber all the time for all the years of drums
One of the the wide eyed soap-boxers buried under Washington
One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love

One of the crowded stars uncounted when the bag was done
One of the withered in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come