Santeria Hwy To The Morning Star
Lonesome child
Caged in heaven's arms
The soft earth cuts a dark row
When I touch do you feel?
How should I know?
Highway to the Morning Star
Flesh to flesh and briar
The thorned lips round your heart
The plow blade cuts the earth-row
How's love feel?
How should I know?
(On the) Highway to the Morning Star
Flat-reel of old spinning yarn
Twixt cotton fields & burning barns
What God cannot heal, we must move on
Give to the Highway of the Morning Star
Give to the Highway of the Morning Star
