Feathers and Bone

When the working 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 in the sand
And gazes on the promised land
She gazes on the promised land
She got feathers and bone to free her
She got feathers and bone, believe her
She got feathers and bone to lead her
Out of the desert, into the night
With the lighting of the day
Like a fighting rose, she breaks the clay
Home again with words to say
She folds her wings and kneels to pray
She folds her wings and kneels to pray
To pray