This is our great migration Our mountain and our stone Turning ourselves inside-out To find we're already home This is our deal with the sinners and saints The low and up above We'll be crossing to Jerusalem With nothing but our love Birthdays and the babies Bourbon and the tears Roaring like the hurricane Tearing up the years Who we are is who we were And all of you were there We're crossing to Jerusalem It's nothing we can't [?] The towns through tiny windows The rooms that look the same We lost the hands we didn't play But somehow won the game Look how the curtain rises It courses through our blood We'll be crossing to Jerusalem With nothing but our love We'll be crossing to Jerusalem With nothing but our love