I lay awake and sleep when I rise
Come and go the train a mechanical tide
Work everyday but all that I own
Is the dream of a bridge that will lead me home
On holy ground all things become new
And there I’ll stand in my going-home shoes
Longing rolls down my window pane
All green and gold a beautiful rain
Streets wear jewels of shattered glass
Waiting for the saints to pass
On holy ground all things become new
And there I’ll stand in my going home shoes

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