Night owns my white bones but   What's left is still saying   Strange prayers in high places   Wild airs with wilder graces   Birds fly with no motion   What draws me draws the ocean      Chorus      Down on my knees again,   Still believing   In the time of reason no more   Down on my knees again   Still believing   Peace of mind is worth any chore      Great dreams and laid schemes   Just blown down by high winds   And strong signs from old forces   Wild dogs run trackless courses   Night changes sweet mountain   Vain hopes need cold fountains      Chorus      Night owns my white bones but   What's left is still saying      Chorus...