Points of light
Swear to mother seen a billion points of light
I would like to pick a bouquet
I would like to carve a crude crown
If I could build a ladder high enough
If I could climb the sky high enough
I'd tear it all down for you
I'd pull it all apart for you
I built that ladder rung by rung
Told you before I heard the song she sung
I shoved my head through the clouds
and you know the choir was loud
Seen a whole lot of angels
Seen a whole lot of motorcycle wheels
Seen a whole lot of eyeball
See a whole lot of babies now
I got up this morning
The blues were coming down