up on the hillside you can see the cross shine out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine you and i friend sit waiting for a sign see how the sunset makes the lake look like wine over the mountain i can hear myself called i want to come running but my window s too small the cliffs are so high and i might fall what were you saying oh it s nothing at all yes the world s in convulsions and the weather is fine buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime i must get going you know there s not much time the road is waiting and i m running out of rhyme up on the hillside see how the cross does shine