Hold up a picture of a highway,    And a picture of a home.   And a picture of some money,   And a picture of some bones   All together   All in a row   But out of all those pictures, you'll only notice one   But its really not important   No its no more than a fortune   It just shows what doors are open   If you're looking at the home, well your feet are scared   You're looking at the road, you're gonna feel restless for a while, yes for a while, for a while   If you're looking at the money, well you benefit from the army   You're looking the bones, well you got some silly reasons in their eyes, yes in their eyes, in their eyes       This the song   This the song   The song of four holy photos   They never look into their own eyes   Its the second closest you'll get      There's settlement of foreigners in a land that they can't see   Where the birds are always singing   And the water runs clean   But all these things   Told them nothing   There's a makeshift church   And there's a hand that pulls a rope   And the rope swings the bells    As they ring into the trees   And make an echo    And it never stops   Well so i hung up those pictures in their foraminous place    Where their mood is a little nervous   But they felt they had a reason enough to stay   So they stayed   And no-one when they looked, could even see the bones at all   The leaders took the money   And the others took the color of the road   Yes, and the home   And no-one argued   It was one of them who did   And he spoke on what he saw   And ruined his reputation   He was labeled as a misfit   Ah you know, that's just what saints get sometimes      This the song   This the song   The song of four holy photos   They never look into their own eyes   Its the second closest you'll get