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 dyin' 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
Passed Harrison and Wallace

They were blasting out the tunnels
Makin' way for the light of learnin'
When Jesus comes a’ callin'
She said, 'He’s coming round the mountain on a train'

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 upriver
Past the fisheries and the mill towns
Like a stretch of future graveyards

She was driven to distraction
Said,' I wonder what will happen
When they find out they’re mistaken'
The land is too changed to ever change

We waded through the market place
Someone’s ship had come in
There was silver and begonias
Dynamite and cattle

There were hearts as big as apples
And apples in the shape of Mary’s heart
I said, 'Inside this gilded cage
A songbird always looks so plain'

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

And so they came with cameras
Breaking through the morning mist
Press and businessmen tycoons
Episcopal, philanthropists

Lost in their appraisal
Of the body of a woman
But all we saw were lowlands
Clouds clung to mountains without strings

And at last we saw some people
And at last we saw some people

And at last we saw some people
Huddled up against
The rain that was descending
Like railroad spikes and hammers

They were headed for the border
Walking and then running
And then they were gone into the fog
But Anne said, 'Underneath their jackets she saw wings'