"Yeah, yeah, I went walking
On the avenue
Listen to the riders
Who may yeah listen to you
And my footsteps tangle
With perfume
And the sound of lovemaking
Coming out of some room
And the Indians sing
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
There's a woman leaning on the corner
She waits for her gambler
Yeah dressing babies up in cotton
On the front seat of her rambler
Low down
While she sails she remembers
Yeah of a prayer
That mama used to sing
Yeah and the battered wife sing
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy?
How far am I from Canaan?
How far am I from joy, from joy, from joy?
"