I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.
Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone
I'm looking over rooftops, and I'm hoping it ain't true, that the same God looks out for them, looks out for me and you.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
Mud and water and the stumps of trees. In every direction that was all there was. Bodies fell, but the trees died standing up.
Around mile 20 I was feeling so good, I wanted to kiss everyone.