The iced-over river still braiding its chain

The heart will break open until it remains

Torn deep and worn as our Father's refrain

Oh, boys, which side are you on?

We brought down the lighthouse, it fell like a tree

In the gray of the blues ever-singing in me

The riderless horse that stands at the sea

Just waiting to carry us home

The stockade in Brighton is cold and it's mean

As the iron-ore country down through Bowling Green

Where Moses once stood with his back to the king

Then took to the river alone

Now comes a new day in the wake of the stars

That gamble and smoke out the back of the bar

Warming their hands on the hood of the car

Just waiting to carry us home

Alone and disheartened, the wind by the door

Stands and delivers a most-human roar

Asking for nothing and saying no more

Oh, whose road will lead us back home?

Whose wall is this, suddenly stands in my yard?

Aloof and unmoving and scathing and hard

Like the face of lost time, embattled and scarred

Dreaming of all yet to come

When the light will play tricks on the innocent sky

Bring it to close like the day by and by

Time will stand still for both you and I

Just waiting to carry us home

Just waiting to carry us home