Bruce Cockburn
Northern Lights
Sunday night, and it's half past 9
I'm leaving one more town behind
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow
Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light
Sky full of ripplings cliffs and chasms
That shine like signs on the road to heaven
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God
So I carry these scars, precious and rare
And tonight I feel like I'm made of air
From Letras Mania