The iced-over river still braiding its chain
The heart will break open until it remains
Torn deep and worn as our Father's refrain
Oh, boys, which side are you on?

We brought down the lighthouse, it fell like a tree
In the gray of the blues ever-singing in me
The riderless horse that stands at the sea
Just waiting to carry us home

The stockade in Brighton is cold and it's mean
As the iron-ore country down through Bowling Green
Where Moses once stood with his back to the king
Then took to the river alone

Now comes a new day in the wake of the stars
That gamble and smoke out the back of the bar
Warming their hands on the hood of the car
Just waiting to carry us home

Alone and disheartened, the wind by the door
Stands and delivers a most-human roar
Asking for nothing and saying no more
Oh, whose road will lead us back home?

Whose wall is this, suddenly stands in my yard?
Aloof and unmoving and scathing and hard
Like the face of lost time, embattled and scarred
Dreaming of all yet to come

When the light will play tricks on the innocent sky
Bring it to close like the day by and by
Time will stand still for both you and I
Just waiting to carry us home
Just waiting to carry us home