The Maker (Live)

Oh, oh deep water

Black and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted line

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see, for the fog in my eyes

I could not feel for the pain in my life

Across the great divide

In the distance, I saw a light

Jean Baptiste's walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken

By long and dangerous sleep

I work the fields of Abraham

And turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters?

Standing there with broken wings

I've seen the flaming torch

There over East of Eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh, burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh, burning in the eyes of the Maker