Setting in the wide old weeds
Chamber of a church is a skylight stream
And if it was the memory burning
Then the fire was weak
All us in the wedding line
Cry my father's mother in her cataract eyes
She said she was a saltwater woman
And the rain only made her more dry
I'll come back when the highways have fallen
And drawn on the old concrete
Are the bones of a hand with the words I could be
With the words I could be
I'll come back when the highways have fallen
We'll be all of us now
Shouting out loud when you rob this house
When you rob this house
Take a table waiting for the rain
Tell her that the record was a kid that ran away
And how your fingertips got thin
And you quit cause they bled and they ached
All us in the wedding line
She's back laughing and passing out wine
And everybody calls her a poet but they say it and they're rolling their eyes
We were hoping he would get right
Find her by the creek set it down apologize
But there were the wolves at the window and they took him in the middle of the night
Something takes the shine from the speech
Cousin I could live for more than cutting down trees
And I don't mean to say it's for money
But hey it's the money I need
I'll come back when the highways have fallen
And drawn on the old concrete
Are the bones of a hand with the words i could be
With the words I could be
I'll come back when the highways have fallen
We'll be all of us now
Shouting out loud when you rob this house
When you rob this house