Mojave Rain

Four Winds

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dyin' tryin' to keep 'em alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
And in an abandoned building where

Squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone
The whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain
The pressure where it's placed
She caves, she caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Quran's mute
If you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth
Still they're pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knockin' over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man
Slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain
All of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well I went back I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
The four winds leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone
The whore of Babylon
She just can't remain
With all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks
She caves, she caves
She breaks

You'd better look alive