Do I know your face?
Am I still forgiven?
Do I know the place from where you're listening?
Hallowed be the name even if I forget it
Even if I forget from where I came
Christ of the Ozarks, hold out your kind arms to me
I lost my landmarks, I lost my family
Bring down your home
Hold me in mystery
Hold me till the end and then always
Sundowning, all the wildfires slowly burn
Can't look back upon the way that we were
Tie all the little foxes by the tail before they run, they run, they run
I wish there was a liturgy for the hour soon forgotten
I wish there was a prayer for the when and they why
I wish there was a litany for the names evanescent
A benediction for the long goodbye
Sundowning, all the wildflowers finally bloom
Can't lay back into the grave that was exhumed
Tie all the little foxes by the tail before they run, they run, they run
Before they run, they run, they run
Before they run, they run, they run
Before they run, they run, they run
Christ of the abyss, shepherd of the nameless fold
Harrow my hell, pull me up to shore
For Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory
Forever and ever Amen
