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 law 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 build
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
