i can't wait to get back to canada to tell joan
elinor di to tell neal that i met elijah
driving his chariot on the bethlehem road
i can't wait to tell them how he took me
in the heat of july his cab weaving
through date palms & cypress
light spinning wheels turning
as we sped through the streets of jerusalem
how we talked about war & his children & mine
how he turned off the road my heart pounding
as he pointed to an inscription on the doorway
of an old arab house how he read me the message
"allah lives here in these gates you will find god"
how he prayed for an end to the killing
in arabic/hebrew how we prayed together
in that dark narrow lane
how we turned the air golden
