Suzanne Vega - Pilgrimage Lyrics
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the airEvery step is a day in the weekIt's a Sunday or MondayA march over months of the yearThis life is burning, turning to ash as it hits the airEvery death is an end in the raceIt's a stopping and startingA march over millions of yearsTravel, arrivalYears of an inch and a step toward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeThis land is burning, turning to ash as it hits the airEvery line is a place on a mapIt's a city or valleyA mark on these miles of fieldsTravel, arrivalYears of an inch and a step toward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeTravel, arrivalYears of an inch and a step toward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeTake this mute mouthBroken tongueNow this dark lifeIs shot through with lightTake this mute mouthBroken tongueNow this dark lifeIs shot through with lightTake this mute mouthBroken tongueNow this dark lifeIs shot through with lightTake this mute mouthBroken tongueNow this dark lifeIs shot through with lightTravel, arrivalYears of an inch and a step toward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeTravel, arrivalYears of an inch and a step toward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeThis line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the airEvery step is a day in the weekIt's a Wednesday or ThursdayA march over months of the yearI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeI'm coming to youI'll be there in time
