this side of glory (iowa 2001)
Poet scrapes the bottom of the hole he’s made his living on; Sailor drops anchor, deep in his lonesome sea; The man who speaks for millions can’t seem to find his voice; The musician hurst his hand defeated by a missing score.
And they’re all two miles from home, yes son gone, they’re just holding on to this side of glory.
The lady that he pictures in the red dress by the table Her skin shows in the moonlight, while she holds his baby boy He’s adding up the number of the days left in his cell What he did was out of anger, now he’s sure he’s going to hell
And he’s two miles from home, yes son gone, they’re just holding on to this side of glory.
They sing hallelujah, amen.
Strange magical elixir, a man sells it by the road We’ve been lining up for ages, turning copper into gold But it only shines from the inside, it seems to shine when there is pain So I’ll walk among these strangers, our journey will remain
And we’re all two miles from home, yes son gone, they’re just holding on to this side of glory.
They sing hallelujah, amen.
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