There's a cold wind blowing in Wyoming...

And I'm needing you to find me...

An Easter story?

Can you walk on the water if I, you and I Or keep your eyes on the road and live in the familiar, without you and I? It glows with gates of gold, true life

Why are you shaking like a leaf...

Come on, come talk to me...

I DO DECLARE...

I took some comfort there...

And I cannot be hurt...

By anything this wicked world has done...

Your power flows through me, transformed

Here's where I was born...

I used to worry about the clothes I had on...

The school recitals and the manicured lawns... And then the bomb...