Your conscience rolls in torrents down each side of your face
Your chair is full of silence, your hand is full of lace
You say that you should have been by him when the bullets
Laid his head
Strange it's always the living who fear the idea of the dead
Goodbye
I'll take my leave of all of you as you sit and wonder why
And you who stood around us and said that we were great
Until your instant riches made us second rate
Well you're the same old hangman who rationalizes hope
Whose left hand pats my children and whose right hand holds a case full of rope
He wears the sweeping landscape in the crystal of his eye
And he jumps into the rain pools as the people pa** him by
He rubs the dusty ages across his tender brow
He laughs and cries and sniffs and sighs. It's four long summers now
Goodbye
I made my peace with all of you as you sat and wondered why
She walks the clover meadows in the dandelion days
She throws her golden shadows across the silver haze
She wanders with the swallows in the noonday pa**ion plays
She sits beneath the willow and she waits for me and twilight to come our ways
Goodbye
We made our peace with all the world as you sat and wondered why