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.