There are homes in the sky
so high can't nobody touch
Homes deep in the Appalachia coal mines

where folks don't like to go so much
greased & burnin like money on the stove
we came here lookin for the new eyes
in the new faces of the holy vagabonds
in the magic hobo show
There are homes in the river
where the ponies used to bathe
& a home in the desert
where they keep the griffin cage strong
and waitin like the big wind in the hill
we are in our homes we are gatherin up will
Time is my friend
she is like a great big cat
she whispers songs like dreams to me
she says soon this era will be over
soon these homes will pass