John Mark McMillan

Out of the gaslight Off the roads we've traveled on Down by the wayside Against the sheen of a

You hold the reins on the sun and the moon Like horses driven by kings You cover the mountains, the valleys

Who are we sometimes I wonder Mercenaries or lovers On this side of the thunder It can be awful hard to

You're sinking all my ships You're climbing all my fences The storm upon my gate The breach in

The nights we spoke with tongues of fire The days we walked out on the wire We were young and we were not

A visceral love runs the length of our veins As we sit above the miles of pain Till all of our fears become

When the night stops pushing up the day When the mounds drop here on the open plains When I've lost

Billowing hills Shoulders of steel Hide behind faces of glass The street light valleys The

Living in a borderland I don't feel like a boy I don't feel like a man And the things I don't

Monsters want to talk to me No quarter drawn by lawyers on a crimson sea Weep like willows, break like

Like deer to the pool I'm coming after you Like a thirsty animal My heart is for your love