There are homes in the sky So high can't nobody touch Homes deep in the Appalachia coal mines Where folks don't like to go so much Greased & burnin like money on the stove We came here lookin for the new eyes In the new faces of the holy vagabonds In the magic hobo show There are homes in the river Where the ponies used to bathe & a home in the desert Where they keep the griffin cage strong And waitin like the big wind in the hill We are in our homes we are gatherin up will Time is my friend She is like a great big cat She whispers songs like dreams to me She says soon this era will be over Soon these homes will pa**