On the floor at the great divide
When I kissed you on the mouth
And the cardinal hits the window
But nothing ever happens
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
I could see what you were reading
And he takes and he takes and he takes
On the first of March on the holiday
With the pictures of your mother
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
In the morning at the top of the stairs
I thought I saw you breathing
Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the navy yard
Sunday night when I cleaned the house
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
In the living room when you kissed my neck
Golden rod and the 4-H stone
In the morning through the window shade
We lift our hands and pray over your body
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
Tuesday night at the Bible study
I find the card where you wrote it out
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
In the morning in the window
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
Oh, the glory when you ran outside
Oh, the glory when he took our place
In the morning in the winter shade
I am crying in the bathroom
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
When your father found out what we did that night
In the morning when you finally go
And the complications you could do without
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
Songwriter: Sufjan Stevens
And I almost touched your blouse
And the complications when I see his face
And you told me not to follow you
The things I brought you
And you told me you were scared
I remember at Michael's house
Just to prove that he was sorry
Publisher: NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING