seeing heaven
I’m trying to meet your shadow,
At high noon.
It’s so close to you then,
Close as a groom.
We’ll bake us a Sunday chicken,
Decorate it with a clingstone peach.
You can’t invite the preacher,
If you want to eat more than its feet.
You got to see right through your mind
If you don’t want to look through bars.
When you want to see the heavens
You got to look right through the stars.
I’m trying to meet your shadow.
I’ll pick up blue images from the ground.
I’ll place them in your hair.
You can wear them like a crown.
When you rattle my cage
Don’t be surprised what comes to the bars.
When that door opens up,
I’m bigger by far.
You got to see right through your mind
If you don’t want to look through bars.
When you want to see the heavens
You got to look right through the stars.
I’m trying to meet your shadow.
Goin’ to pin it on destiny’s wall.
We’ll walk away together
Into a change of our call.
You got to see right through your mind
If you don’t want to look through bars.
When you want to see the heavens
You got to look right through the stars.