It was so late and she'd be sleeping

He came through her home town

With the moonlight on the crossroads

And the green light shining down

And the bell at the railroad crossing

And the horn from far away

And his silver eagle passing

Half a mile from where she lay.

At his feet a sea of faces

Make devotions with their love

Clap their hands and plead their cases

Call for blessings from above

Like the rolling waves forever massing

To crash and foam and creep away

And the silver eagle passing

Half a mile from where she lay.

Road signs flow into the headlights

Whisper names and fall behind

He finds some honor in the darkness

Hopes for grace and peace of mind

And he thinks of how they'd lay together

He'd run his fingers through her hair

And he wonders if she'll ever

Come to know that he was there.