Holy Waters - Joan Osborne

On a pitch black highway looking for a road

You’re sleeping on a stormy bed honey, who will be your coat

You came to be my driving wheel, you came to be my man

Now you’re only like a baby boy in the back seat of the van

Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way

Mississippi and Missouri where the sun swims with the moon

Rainbows run through chapel roofs pouring honey by the spoon

I came to bring you watermelon, bring you wine

Now I’m burning up in hot breath and the river’s rollin' out of time

Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way

I listened to a sea shell out on a purple shore

I heard a song so wild and sweet, it moved me to the core

So while the road is dancing, you let your love know how

Moving like the ocean and the waves from here to now

Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way

Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way

Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way

Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way