Have you seen the flag laid out, the faded red and blue?
One star missing, edges torn, it barely made it through.
If we believe the promise in the fabric still holds true,
We must be a harbor for the weak and weary, too.
I know your heart beats, I do.
And my heart beats just like you.
Once I saw the Grand Canyon, it snowed upon the edge.
You were there beside me. You cried and then you said,
"Deep inside this great divide, I know God isn't dead.
Call it what you will spirit or soul or love instead."
I know broken hearts can mend,
And hardened hearts can bend.
I know your heart beats, I do.
And my heart beats just like you.
I know broken hearts can mend,
And hardened hearts can bend