The Age Of Miracles - Mary Chapin Carpenter

The past comes upon

You like smoke on the air

You can smell it and find yourself gone

To a place that you lived

Without worry or care

Isn't that where we all once came from

Green leaves and tall trees

And stars overhead

And the sound

Of the world through the screen

But now you sleep

With the covers pulled over your head

And you never remember to dream

You think you're just standing still

One day you'll get up that hill

In the age of miracles

Is one on the way

Greenland is melting

The west is on fire

But don't ever stop praying for rain

It's a curious

Place between hope and desire

Different gods

But the prayer is the same

And thousand-year storms seem

To form on a breeze

Drowning all living things

In their paths

And when a small southern town

Finds a rope in a tree

We're all once again trapped in the past

It seems we're just standing still

One day we'll get up that hill

In the age of miracles

Is one on the way

We can fly through space

With the greatest of ease

We can land in the dust of the moon

We can transform our lives

With the tap of the keys

Still we can't shake this feeling of doom

But I woke to find

Monks pouring into the streets

Marching thousands strong into the rain

Now if courage comes dressed

In red robes and bare feet

I will never be fearful again

If I'm just standing still

One day I'll get up that hill

In the age of miracles

Is one on the way

Seems we're just standing still

One day we'll ride up that hill

In the age of miracles

There's one on the way

There's one on the way

There's one on the way

There's one on the way

There's one on the way

There's one on the way