Waitin on the Dove

I went looking for answers that couldn't be found
Set an uneasy pace on that uneven ground
Between the downtrodden and the blood of my blood
Why do I keep waiting on the dove? 

Between the rubbish and the rubble there's no place to hide
Trust and trouble can't walk side by side
Why is it the latter that seems to fit like a glove? 
Why do I keep waiting on the dove? 

Oh so many people looking out for their own
With tear gas and plate glass, with slings and with stones
When there's no room to breathe it's hard not to shove
Why do I keep waiting on the dove? 

Yeah I'm clinging to something too tight to drop it
These tears keep coming, nothing seems to stop it
And every drop just adds a little more to the flood
Why do I keep waiting on the dove? 

Headlines read "land mines and houses ripped down" 
I put names to the faces in these crumbling towns
I see sorrow so deep, but there's laugher and love
Why do I keep waiting on the dove? 

I see people caught on both sides of a wall
Must one side rise and the other side fall? 
Can there only be peace when one side is silenced in blood? 
Why do I keep waiting on the dove? 

I'm flying home with the leaf clutched in my hand
On either side there's no sign of dry land
The water keeps rising and there's nothing but darkness above
Why to I keep waiting? 
Why do I keep waiting? 
Why do we keep waiting on the dove? 

Delta 88

(Davis/Allen)

Watching painted lines fly by
Driving westward late at night
And every one I get to
Is another left behind
Until I watch the night grow early
Right before my weary eyes
That sun must be hungover
Cause it's struggling to rise
Luck has a way of changing
But I don't have time to wait
So I dream about the cold and that old Delta 88

Some faces have a history
Some just have a past
Where you happen to pull over
When you're running out of gas
This place was founded where an angel
Was said to have set down
Put they got him tarred and feathered
And they run him out of town
I got half a mind to chase him
And the other half to stay
While I dream about the cold and that old Delta 88

Where can I find some piece of earth
Some stone unturned not burned down
I keep looking around but all I see
Are strip malls and worn out memories

I keep a picture of a river
By what used to be a store
And a broken down theater
That no one goes to anymore
Since the canvassing of snow
Was drawn into the flood
And our watercolor ghost town
Was left painted in mud
I got a pocket full of memories
It's got me limping from the weight
While I dream about the cold and that old Delta 88