Dave Matthews Band

The Maker

Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night

I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted line

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes

I could not feel for the fear in my life

From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light

Of John Baptist walking to me with the Maker

My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep

I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing here with broken wings

I have seen the flaming swords

There over east of Eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh, river rise from your sleep