When the workin' day is done,
and the walls of kingdom haven't come,
lays her body in the sun, imagines what she could have done, imagines what she could have done.
As the shadows rake the land,
Takes a brush of hay into her hand,
paints a window into the sand,
and gazes on the promised land, gazes on the promised land.
She got feathers and bone to free her,
She got feathers and bone to leave her,
She god feathers and bone to lead her,
Out of the desert and into the night.
With the lighting of the day,
Like a fighting wolf she breaks the clay,
Home again with words to say,
She folds her wings and knees to pray,
She folds her wings and knees to pray.