Well I was born of the Earth
With my hands to the sky.
And I´ll die in the dirt
On the fourth of July.
And my body will burst
Into millions of sparks.
And I´ll hang like a ghost
In the trailer park until I´m gone.

And I can hear the wind blow.
It sounds like angels and babies breath.

So leave some dirt in my hands
Lay my body in the street.
And I´ll be searching out God
To lay my stones at her feet.
And when the winds lay waste
To the fields and the stars
I´ll be spinning my home
In the back of your car
Until it´s done.

And I can hear the wind blow.
It sounds like angels and babies breath.

And I can see my mother´s praying hands.
Like petals in the wind
Sweeping across my yard.