Bruce Cockburn

Sunday night, and its half past 9
Im leaving one more town behind
Mirrors are showing the days last glow
As were spit out into the jigsaw flow
Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light
Sky full of ripplings cliffs and chasms
That shine like signs on the road to heaven
Ive been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God
So I carry these scars, precious and rare
And tonight I feel like Im made of air
[ Northern Lights Lyrics ]