crossing to jerusalem

this is our great migration

our mountain and our stone

turning ourselves inside-out

to find we're already home

this is our deal with the sinners and saints

the low and up above

we'll be crossing to jerusalem

with nothing but our love

birthdays and the babies

bourbon and the tears

roaring like the hurricane

tearing up the years

who we are is who we were

and all of you were there

we're crossing to jerusalem

it's nothing we can't

the towns through tiny windows

the rooms that look the same

we lost the hands we didn't play

but somehow won the game

look how the curtain rises

it courses through our blood

we'll be crossing to jerusalem

with nothing but our love

we'll be crossing to jerusalem

with nothing but our love