Oversea Flowers and Hymns

You're 100 million miles away from my feet
No questions where and how and God do we meet
And I'll sit on these hills that walk far beyond this place
And I'm afraid when I wake up, I'll wake up in my grave
And I've nailed the arches of my feet
So I could look up at the sky
And wave my skinny fingers till all colors die
So I can count one by one
Each wind that I'll make their ways to you
And all keep the wolves awake at night
Until dawn a shake it's head
And say son go on back home
And never return to this lonesome place
The only home that still burns of sweet oak
And she says love is just a word
So is hate and goodbye
Yet we use them
Just like God uses Christ
Just like the rain a use the soil
It all goes to dirt