How to watch the mountains from the inside of a moving car
Sitting still in the movement of not knowing where you are
Where you were and where you're going
Even if you could name it
It wouldn't be the same as knowing
The Earth moves like water in the window of this airplane
And I guess I do too whenever I'm in love or when I'm afraid
Of where I am and where I'm going
It's still a dance even if there's no god's plan unfolding
Mary at the show with her hair hanging down in her face
Moving through us standing still like bodyless brains
It was true she walked on water
It's true, she walked on something softer
