Foothills

The most ordinary stone can build a holy home
And flowering fields are grown at the foothills

The most ordinary bones can build a holy man
And flowering fields stand at the foothills of your body

Why'd you have to have a body
Why'd you have to have a body
Such a beautiful body
Why'd you have to

Sierras rise in silhouette — jagged shadows ragged flight
And I was caught in a hawk’s claw over the foothills of your body

Why'd you have to have a heart
Why'd you have to have a heart
Such a hale and blameless heart
Why'd you have to

In my carrel, in my home, poring over your body's tome
Staying up nights, staying up nights

Why'd you have to leave your body
Why'd you have to leave your body
Such a beautiful body
Oh why'd you have to, why’d you have to