At night we crossed the border following a Black robe
To the edge of the reservationâ??to Cataldo Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts

What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain
I stole a mule from Anthonyâ??I helped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Aleneâ??through Harrison and Wallace

They were blasting out the tunnelsâ??making way for the light of learning
When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train
It's my homeâ??last night I dreamt that I grew wings

I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
We floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards

She was driven to distractionâ??said I wonder what will happen
When they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change
We waded through the marketplaceâ??someone's ship had come in

There was silver and begoniasâ??dynamite and cattle
There were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain

It's my homeâ??last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.
And so they came with camerasâ??breaking through the morning mist

Press and businessmenâ??tycoonsâ??Episcopal philanthropists
Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
But all we saw were lowlandsâ??clouds clung to mountains without strings

And at last we saw some people huddled up against
The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the borderâ??walking and then running

Then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings