Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine
Out in the alley is a hungry dog whine You and I,
friend,
sit waiting for a sign
See how the sunshine makes the lake look like wine
Over the mountain I can hear myself call
I want to come running but my window's too
small The cliffs are so high and I may fall
I can't stop just saying,
oh,
it's nothing at all
Yeah,
the world's in convulsions and the weather is fine
The weeks get bigger and five cents costs a dime
I must get going,
you know there's not much time
The road is waiting and I am running out of rhyme
Up on the hillside,
see how the cross does shine
