Oh, Oh Deep waterBlack, and cold like the nightI stand with arms wide openI’ve run a twisted mileI’m a strangerin the eyes of the makerI could not seefor fog in my eyesI could not feelfor the fear in my lifeFrom across the great divideIn the distance i saw a lightJean baptistewalking to me with the makerMy body is bent and brokenby long and dangerous sleepI can work the fields of abrahamand turn my head awayI’m not a strangerin the eyes of the makerBrother johnHave you seen the homeless daughtersstanding therewith broken dreamsI have seen the flaming swordsthere over east of edenburning in the eyes of the makerburning in the eyes of the makerburning in the eyes of the makerburning in the eyes of the makeroh river rise from your sleep….