Four winds, cry until it comes
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
In an abandoned building where
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves
They said, "You'd better look alive"
While shadows lengthen in the sun
With four winds, leveling the pines
And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
Four winds blowing through her hair

A heart just can't contain all of that empty space

If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute

And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
She just can't remain with all that outer space

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl