Oh, I wish I was the sparrow in your kid's eye
That'll fly above this summer all day long
On an island in the heart he has to carry
Past the many you have let into your song

And I said, 'Oh, my Lord, why am I not strong
Like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on
Like the wheel that will take You home?'

In the forest someone is whispering to a tree now
This is all I am, so please don't follow me
It's your brother in the shaft that I'm-a swinging
Please let the kindness of forgetting set me free

He said, 'Oh, my Lord, why am I not strong
Like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on
Like the wheel that will take You home?'

On this Sunday someone's sitting down to wonder
Where the hell among these mountains will I be?
There's a cloud behind the cloud to which I'm yelling
Oh, I could hear you sneak around so easily

And I said, 'Oh, my Lord, why am I not strong
Like the branch that keeps hangmen hanging on
Like the branch that will take me home?'