Rickety black broken boards empty pews and colored robes
I'm in a church alone
And you won't call on me
Oh, how this tested heart is ready
Not drowning but wanting you here with me
Oh, how this tested heart isn't torn
Just worn on my sleeve
Thought I was ready
Just call out to me
Thought I was strong
But I'm defeated all along
Tell me, is there a better soldier
Than one who returns after so long
Then one who can face your face
Even after she is wrong
But I'm not gone
Can't you see? Be wise
Just ask me
Maybe I could cry
Maybe I could fly
Maybe I could let it out and come down
Could I be that black dove?
Can I wipe clean my black heart with love?
Oh, I feel ready
Won't you call out to me?
Running from the middle of the country
Straight to sea
Am I alive when you great me?
Of all the little rivers running wildly
Would you, could you, swim in mine nightly?
Headed toward the mellow easy waves of a black sea
Oh, this old ocean of a womb I carry with me
Where you first found me
Well, in this black bottomless hole of a beginning
Well I believe that much was true
Maybe I could fly
Maybe I could cry
Maybe I could let it out and come down