When the frontier blooms, when
The dryland sings, when the wasteland
Wakes with its trembling springs
There's a river running through my bones.
A wildfire mercy lit
Overflows through the dust
And the dew, my soul still breaks through.
When the frontier blooms in you.
Hey.
There's a trail where the night
Wind sighs, where the dust kicks up and the sore runs dry, where the worn-out
Dreams and the torn-up skies all echo
Back the same old tune, but
I heard him
Say in the desert heat where the cracked earth breaks is where we meet.