A great song by Sandra McCracken

All the miles between us

they say that’s just the way it goes

time is no friend to lovers

stretched like the line that hangs the clothes

but we walk the distance another day

the rope is thin but does not give way

And I can hear the band of angels singing now

like a story from the page is read aloud

but this is not make believe

It grows up like wildflowers

free and restless with the wind

I don’t half recognize myself

in this condition that I’m in

cause it’s like a shelter above my head

and it turns the sky and moon to red

And I can hear the band of angels singing now

like a story from the page is read aloud

but this is not make believe

I’d rather have the mystery and the madness and the rains

cause hell’s the only place you can be free of all love’s pain

I have no claim on the future

so here I lay me down

and God is a friend to lovers

he makes the bone, the flesh, the ground

and he walks with us, make no mistake

and holds us when our hearts, they break