Watchman Waits

Watchman waits for the morning
And he knows the morning will come
Eastern skies, the horizon
Lit by the eyes of the sun

And freedom takes a circular shape
And I can't escape from you
Heaven waits with pearly gates
And a nighttime view

Feathers fly in formation
Fleeting the cold of the moon
Breezes blow as the cold wind goes
Under the roof of my room

And freedom takes a circular shape
And I can't escape from you
Heaven waits with pearly gates
And a nighttime view

Shepherd pulls the sheep in line
And he knows the good they're for
Radio calls for a falling star
Hiding in the back of the store

And freedom takes a circular shape
And I can't escape from you
Heaven waits with pearly gates
And a nighttime view