Dave Matthews The Maker
Oh, Oh Deep water Black, and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted mile I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
I could not see for fog in my eyes I could not feel for the fear in my life From across the great divide In the distance i saw a light John Baptist walking to me with the Maker
My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep I can work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker
Brother John Have you seen the homeless daughters standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming swords there over east of eden burning in the eyes of the Maker burning in the eyes of the Maker burning in the eyes of the Maker burning in the eyes of the Maker
oh river rise from your sleep....
