Four Winds

It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute

Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still

While shadows lengthen in the sun
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
With four winds, leveling the pines
Four winds blowing through her hair
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
They said, "You'd better look alive"
Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl

She just can't remain with all that outer space
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
Four winds, cry until it comes
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world