All the Protestant girls   They're all swinging their hips   Fresh coat of red on their lips   In a solar eclipse   I sat on the steps   Church bells rang in my ears   Big blue sky was so clear   When the sun disappeared       White horses on the highway ride under this strange and darker sky   A wind will come and scatter seeds and it will bury all of these   The children sing across the plains their voices rise and quickly fade       On a passenger train   Slightly out of my mind   All the women so kind   Sending chills down my spine   And I fell into sleep   And in that sleep I did dream   That I was torn at the seams   I don't know what it means       Inside of mama baby kicks   And this house is made of stone and sticks   All these things can break my bones and everyone must run alone   I run all night with bursting lungs   I will always be my mother's son       Yes I will always be my mother's son   And I'm no different from anyone       Stopped traffic and stadium lights   That's the view from the sky   As that old black bird flies   I wish I could fly   What will we become   When we sleep in the dirt   Who will rise up first   One can never be sure