Wings Josh Ritter

At night we crossed the border
Following a black robe
To the edge of the reservation
To Cataldo Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs
Look down on dying converts
What makes the water holy she says is that
It’s the closest thing to rain

I stole a mule from Anthony
I helped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d’Alene
Past Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the tunnels
Making way for the light of learning
When Jesus comes a-calling
She said he’s coming round the mountain on a train

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
It’s my home
Last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place
Where they could hear me when I sing

We floated on to Hanford
On a lumber boat up river
Past the fisheries and the milltowns
Like a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction
Said I wonder what will happen
When they find out they’re mistaken
And the land is too changed to ever change