Altar In Your Box

Here along the roadside I brought nails and wood and paint I've had a little trouble Deciding on a saint A cross from Ensanada In the dark it's supposed to glow Some beads I bought in Garberville Another life ago Out here on the highway I build your altar in your box Some shelter when its raining Some shade for when its not It's not Though red would probably suit you I think I'll just paint it white It's the color of the virgin She's my beacon in the night A statue of St. Francis He holds a little lamb And answers to a question So much bigger than I am Out here on the highway It's your altar in your box Some shelter when its raining Some shade for when its not At your altar in your box At your altar in your box The women throw Hail Mary's At your altar in your box At last I will hang a rosary That my father gave to me From olive trees in Lebanon Some personal history And I won't include your photograph Or carve your name in stone So the women who bring flowers Can make your box their own Out here on the highway It's your altar in your box Some shelter when its raining Some shade for when its not And I will light a candle And say a prayer for you So that I will not feel guilty On the nights that I drive through At your altar in your box At your altar in your box The big wheels keep on rolling By your altar in your box At your altar in your box At your altar in your box The truckers all salute you In your altar in your box At your altar in your box At your altar in your box You just might find me kneeling By your altar in your box As I sit beside the water And watch the men rake rocks I trust that you'll be happy In your altar in your box