At night we crossed the border following a Black robe
To the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
What makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain
I stole a mule from Anthony, I helped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene past Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the tunnels, making way for the light of learning
When Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a train
It's my home, last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
We floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river