Points of light   Swear to mother seen a billion points of light   I would like to pick a bouquet   I would like to carve a crude crown   If I could build a ladder high enough   If I could climb the sky high enough   I'd tear it all down for you   I'd pull it all apart for you   I built that ladder rung by rung   Told you before I heard the song she sung   I shoved my head through the clouds   and you know the choir was loud   Seen a whole lot of angels   Seen a whole lot of motorcycle wheels   Seen a whole lot of eyeball   See a whole lot of babies now   I got up this morning   The blues were coming down