Bethlehem

Bethlehem is my kind of town
No matter what is born there
Most men find their knees on the ground
Most men find their knees on the ground

And Bethany's a pilgrim
She's there by daylight
I thought she was one of the children
But now she's the mother of dreams I can't wake from
Now she's the mother of night

The night lulls in
On Biblical Lands
And it stands for all I'm missing
And it steals my mind with a half-smile
And it deals the North out in black piles
And it reels me hard 'round the past while
I think maybe I could belong there, too

In Bethlehem, it's my kind of town
With rooftops where the tar is warm
Where I'm so lonesome I could drown
And no one would kneel themselves down
To fish me
Save maybe Bethany