Gone

Are you happy where you are?
At the feet of blessed

Your hate burned my hand
Him to hers, silent too

The drunkard, he was drinking

Down cast they would call him
Are you happy where you are?

Your priest who is praying
Could not arrest the boy who trots around the wound
I searched but you were gone

From the mountains to the desert
In the cold moon was laying
Are you happy where you are?
Could not arrest the void of him to hers
Well, I knew that it was over
Your hate burned my hand
At the feet of altar
When the crowd began standing
Are you happy where you are?

For the first time in a long time
And the young boy, he was thinking
You know that's only wise for everyone, everyone, oh, gone
Are you happy where you are?
And all the hours upon that everyone consume

Your behavior was so sad
Down tribe they would call him
It was after the election
Your behavior was a poem
And all the alcohol that everyone consumed
You were driving, we were swerving
You felt hurt she died
Don't look behind the face to see the faith is gone
Are you happy where you are?
Well, I saw you at the station
In the feathers began burning