Away, that I may return, alien
Through this flaming door
A man, no more protected from the elements
Burn the core away to hold in sway

The sea, the wall
Least of these, most of all
Let sweet light sweep in
The wall’s so thin
Any line against the immigrant wind
Can scarce contain a sky of rain

A mouthful of this barbed wire can only detain a word
So long as it’s fire’s kept alive, and it’s ransom’s heard
(Chance on bird)

I’ve been on this journey
I need another home
It’s a storm where I’m from
And a storm where I’m going

The state of a man on the move
Is never what it should
But I’ll be your foot on the ground
Till everything is good

Come out, get in
Outside-in and out again
Through this flaming door
A man, no more coherently inhabiting
Unabandoned place. It’s half-erased.

But a desert full of bone men can only detain a word
So long as their ire’s kept alive and their ransom heard (Chance on bird)

I’ve been on this journey
I need another home
There’s a storm where I’m from
And a storm where I’m going

The state of a man on the move
Is never what it should
But I’ll be a foot on the ground
Till everything is good
And I’ll be your foot on the ground
Till everything is right
For now, I’m walking the line
And keeping out of sight