All the miles between us
they say that's just the way it goes
time is no friend to lovers
stretched like the line that hangs the clothes
but we walk the distance another day
the rope is thin but does not give way

And I can hear the band of angels singing now
like a story from the page is read aloud
but this is not make believe

It grows up like wildflowers
free and restless with the wind
I don't half recognize myself
in this condition that I'm in
and it turns the sky and moon to red

And I can hear the band of angels singing now
like a story from the page is read aloud
but this is not make believe

I'd rather have the mystery and the madness and the rains
cause hell's the only place you can be free of all love's pain

I have no claim on the future
so here I lay me down
and God is a friend to lovers
he makes the bone, the flesh, the ground
and he walks with us, make no mistake
and holds us when our hearts, they break