She floats in air
In these three ways
You know
You know
The road does not [bad word] me to keep
Beneath the bushes
The three of us asleep

Go into the Lord's house
And go in a mile
The world will bow
The knees will be broken for those who don't know how
He delights not in the strength of horses
He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men

He's a working man
And none can stay his hand
His are the three
Faces of time
We keep walking
And thinking things to talk about
Down on our prayers bones in line

Go into the Lord's house
Go in a mile
The world will bow
The knees will be broken for those who don't know how
He delights not in the strength of horses
He takes no pleasure in the cleverness of men