Lyrics Pilgrimage - Suzanne Vega

Pilgrimage

This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
Its a sunday or monday
A march over months of the year
This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an end in the race
Its a stopping and starting
A march over millions of years
Travel.
arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time
This land is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every line is a place on a map
Its a city or valley
A mark on these miles of fields
Travel.
arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time
This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
Its a wednesday or thursday
A march over months of the year
Travel.
arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time
Im coming to you
Ill be there in time
Take this
Mute mouth
Broken tongue.
Now this
Dark life
Is shot through with light