I am driving careless, you are holding your white hands. Birds are singing siren songs over the land. We're on the trail of something toothed and dangerous. Oh lord, what we find could bury us. Oh red river, choose the red river, rocks are falling to the sea. The air is clear and shining, the water is waiting. Willow trees are whispering keep a hand in the wind. Soon there comes a place to stop, a forest rim cold and stark, what we find you say don't you look, keep your eyes in the dark. In this broken body is a red river, we will wait with our faith for this pile of bones, for this red river, furious, for to rise. Though the clouds are coming in, this body is stirring, our vessel is waiting, don't be afriad, there is glory ahead. Oh, great wings are flying above, slow and calm. Soon our hands will turn to feathers and float away.