The Maker Dave Matthews

Oh, oh deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes
And i could not feel for the fear in my life
But from across the great divide
In the distance i saw light
Jean Baptiste walking to me with the maker

My body is bent and broken
By long and dangerous seas
But i can't work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there, with broken wings?
Well i have seen the flaming sword
There, over east of eden
Burning in the eyes of the maker

Burning in the eyes of the maker