And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
She just can't remain with all that outer space

Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world

Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Four winds, cry until it comes
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east

And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
In an abandoned building where
They said, "You'd better look alive"
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves

Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
While shadows lengthen in the sun

Four winds blowing through her hair
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon

With four winds, leveling the pines
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl