Our Work Here Is Not yet Done (feat. Kelly Mulhollan)

Here the garbage gets caught in the rocks
still we take off our shoes and our socks
and the river's a babbling tongue
and it's summer in south philladelphia

here the storm gathers strength o'er the sea
and the wind comes in salty and free
and the sky is an unfurling fist
that even the brave do not reckon with

and we stood at the mouth of the woods
with that atlantic wind picking up
and all the things i'd forgot how to say
they set a slowness to sleep in my blood
so in fear i confided in you
I was ready to silence my song
you said darling though this may be true
it seems your work here is not yet done

here the church leaves the basement light on
and the folks trickle in one by one
and we come to give being alive one more shot
and the coffee is awful and strong
and man these are the rooms where i'm from

we hang in the hands of the world
and our tired old hearts open up
and the funeral dirge at our door
it just reminds us of why we have come
it pulls the tears and the truth from our eyes
and we know that our work here is not yet done
and each time we might lay down our bones
we know our work here is not yet done

there is somebody new in the room
and their last hope is listening to you
as you weave the great story of love
as you rise to the work to be done
as you rise, as you rise, as you rise,
as you rise to the work to be done

there's a kid in you that needs you alert
there's a picket line one body short
and still there are songs to be sung
and our work here is not yet done