If I lose it’s only half the battle
Put your guns down the hallelujah
And though my arms throw in the towel
Give my hands something else to do

And I feel washed out
This trench is a river
And all I was hoping
For was a moment
Of your peace

Put down the map, grab your wings and follow
Come take the body and leave the soul
Climb a mountain in Colorado
And let your words shake the rocks and road

And I feel washed out
This trench is a river
And all I was hoping
For was a moment
Of your peace