Joan Osborne

On a pitch black highway looking for a road
You're sleeping on a stormy bed honey, who will be your coat
You came to be my driving wheel, you came to be my man
Now you're only like a baby boy in the back seat of the van
Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way
Mississippi and Missouri where the sun swims with the moon
Rainbows run through chapel roofs pouring honey by the spoon
I came to bring you watermelon, bring you [Incomprehensible] wine
Now I'm burning up in hot breath and the river's rollin' out of time
Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way