If you intend to live again, 

then open your eyes and don't pretend you're feeling there's nothing worth believing. 



God, if you persist you'll die like this, 

and wither in the midst of your first season, 

cut down with no reason. 

How can you be so near and not see everything? 



If you intend to live again, 

then take the outstreched hand of the one that needs you. 

It's been so long, we've missed you. 

Why do you intend to speed your end? 

Lie in the dark and let your limbs grow weaker, sinking low then deeper. 

How can you be so near and not see everything? 



Feel what might be. See what I see. 

Again and again and again and again say you don't. 

You say you don't, but you will. 

How can you be so near and not see?


In the quiet morning 

There was much despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

Tossed by the tides of misfortune 

Barely here to tell her tale 

Rolled in on a sea of disaster 

Rolled out on a mainline rail 



She once walked tight at my side 

I'm sure she walked by you 

Her striding steps could not deny 

Torment from a child who knew 



That in the quiet morning 

There would be despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

She cried out her song so loud 

It was heard the whole world round 

A symphony of violence 

The great southwest unbound