How to watch the mountains from the inside of a moving car Sitting still in the movement of not knowing where you are Where you were and where you're going Even if you could name it It wouldn't be the same as knowing The earth moves like water from the window of this airplane And I guess I do too whenever I'm in love and I'm afraid of where I am and where I'm going It's still a dance even if there's no god's plan unfolding Mary at the show with her hair hanging down in her face Moving through us standing still like bodiless brains It was true, she walked on water It's true she walked on something softer