Not one motion of her gesture could I forget   The prettiest bag lady I ever met   Pushing her cart in the rain   Then gathering plastic and glass   She watched the day pass   Not hour by hour   But pain by pain   If I was a basket filled with holes   Then she was the sand I tried to hold   And ran out behind me   As I swung with some invisible hands      I stopped believing, you start to move   She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine   I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed   And you can pour us out and we won't mind      I was dead, then alive   She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine   You can pour us out, we won't mind   A scratch around the mouth of the glass   My life is no longer mine      If you're still looking for a blanket   Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric   But if you need a tailor   Then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs   And mumble your pitiful prayers   And in your tangled night's sleep, our midnight needles go to work   Until all comfort and fear flows in one river   Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole   And it makes you shiver      I stopped believing, you start to move   She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine   I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed   And you can pour us out and we won't mind      I was dead, then alive   She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine   You can pour us out, we won't mind   A scratch around the mouth of the glass   My life is no longer mine      Our lives are not our own    Even the wind lays still   All I felt was fire and cold   And movement, movement   If they ask you for a sign of the Father   Tell them it's movement, movement and repose