And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In an abandoned building where
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
With four winds, leveling the pines
They said, "You'd better look alive"
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Four winds blowing through her hair
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Four winds, cry until it comes
She just can't remain with all that outer space
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves