I look at the sky
I see an airplane as it flies
Is this the way they said Jesus came?
Gone through St. Louis
Gone straightaway
And i hear the winter will cut you quick
If tears were liquor I´d have drunk myself sick

Woman are you home?
A house of cards, a frame of bones
Here I am earthly bound
Said hallelujah I´m going down
And the River Jordan is deep and wide
I think I see forever across on the other side

I look at the sky
I see a nightbird as it flies
Over the old bent cherry trees
Shivering in a row
Down here the winter will cut you quick
These tears are liquor and I´ve drunk myself sick

And the dead of winter will cut you quick
These tears are liquor and I´ve drunk myself sick