Hallelujah!
the sun is in my eyes, on my face
The air is hot with heaviness,
and weighted and waiting for something to unfold
Hallelujah!
the sun is on our backs at last
It's been a long day driving past grain towers, telephone poles
and have you ever seen so beautiful a sight,
as the way the sun lays down without a fight?
Sometimes, I get lost in here
(and it takes a while to find me)