Mount Moriah Eureka Springs
Blessed, O blessed
Look at all those pretty dresses
In the glass chapel with the plastic doves
Crying into napkins
Take a 7 and 7
Hand me one more till it's lifted
We waded into the healing spring
But nothing happened
Are you hardened?
Can you pardon the very hand
That draws a line into the sand?
Those hard mark-making women
They will take all they are given
The orange sun slipped into the ridge
And all was silent
So lights out at Crescent
Let me head back on to Memphis
I-23, brother, promise me
My name is up next
Are you hardened?
Can you pardon the very hand
That draws a line into the sand?
