Well I was born of the Earth
With my hands to the sky
And I'll die in the dirt
On the fourth of July
And my body will burst
Into millions of sparks
And I'll hang like a ghost
In the trailer park until I'm gone
And I can hear the wind blow
It sounds like angels and babies breath
So leave some dirt in my hands
Lay my body in the street
And I'll be searching out God
To lay my stones at her feet
And when the winds lay waste
To the fields and the stars
I'll be spinning my home
In the back of your car
Until it's done
And I can hear the wind blow
It sounds like angels and babies breath
And I can see my mother's praying hands
Like petals in the wind
Sweeping across my yard