747 - Bill Callahan

I woke up on a 747

Flying through some stock footage of heaven

This is the light right here

Before clouds bittersweet and with suggestion

This is the light

Bald and bold as baby crawling toward adulteration

There was blood when you were born

And the blood was wiped from your eyes

This must be the light you saw

That just left you screaming

And this must be the light you saw

Before our eyes could disguise true meaning

And this must be the light you saw

Just as you were leaving

Leaving

We walked on the moon

Like flies on a mule

We walked on the moon

Flaws in a jewel

We are flies on a mule

And we’re good at what we do

We turn darkness into morning

We turn belief into evening

Yeah, we turn darkness into morning

And we turn belief into evening