Stations - Joe Henry

Bring me the head of John the Baptist

Show it round and shine

His cloudy, marble, crossed and final eyes

Once more into mine

Give me a leg up high enough

To see beyond this wall

To be the first to see the victors take the gate

Or to be the last one so fall

I said, «I meant a world of good»

And she said, «I wouldn’t doubt it»

Standing where she was

She kissed the back of my head;

I said, «we could make the woods»

But she said, «how 'bout it —

Let’s sleep and let them

Find us here instead.»

Every time I catch a good sang

Wouldn’t you know — the station starts to fade

But every step I’ve ever taken

Has brought me in time just to hear it slip away

Bring me the head of John the Baptist

Show it round and shine

His cloudy, marble, crossed and final eyes

Once more into mine