Woven Hand Blue Pail Fever
Thy will be done
Here on this highway
In every house and field I pray
All in meekness yield, aided by want
Among stranger people
To disgrace so soon I've come
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy name's sake
El Matador, Louisiana
Full of bulls, blood and what not
And coarse jest to a tight knot
You are not acquainted with your own heart
Frozen prayer upon my lips
Inside the blood runs hot
He was reviled, yet he reviled not
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy name's sake
El Matador, Louisiana
Like a voice in an empty house
Breathe your breath and speak to me
Speak to me
It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch
What matter if the wind cast it down
With a ruthless hand?
'Cause we remember always
That it took place forever
Thy kingdom come in whosoever
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy name's sake
El Matador, Louisiana
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel Montana
Lay low for thy name's sake
El Matador, Louisiana
Like a voice in an empty house
Breathe your breath and speak to me
And speak through me
Speak to me
Speak to me
