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, give us love in the time that we have God, there are guns growing out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you 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