On Your Wings

God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground

God, there's a hangman that wants to come around



How we rise when we're born

Like the ravens in the corn

On their wings, on our knees

Crawling careless from the sea



God, there are guns growing out of our bones

God, every road takes us farther from home



All these men that you've made

How we wither in the shade

Of your trees, on your wings

We are carried to the sea



God, give us love in the time that we have