CATHEDRAL HILL
I went driving to Cathedral Hill
Kicking up dust and disturbing peace
I was looking for some answers
But the doors were locked
You turned me away
If you were king, then you hide it well
If you’re hiding, then you’d never tell
Just save me.
I drove away from Cathedral Hill
A bush was burning in another town
And it was you
Your slow hands carve my cathedral
Like soft rain.
Your live wind blows through my stone halls
Like whispered words.