For Mark it came out of the light
And everything went down in freefall
What I remember most of all
Is when she said that people die
Don’t they. Cry don’t they

There comes a time when you’re alone with yourself
And the cold light and fear, whatever they might say
And the girl with the flowers in her hair
Said you should have made time for sharing
And there she lies your hoped for future
Boy you better pray she don’t leave you

Figure we have lost our way
Before this dark and broken trail was made
Before the surface cooled to stone
Before the harsh light and the white walls
The first struggle for breath
And winterbourne no longer flow from the hills
The trees are all down, the losers have found
That the girl with the flowers in her hair
Says there’s nothing else left for giving
And there she lies your hoped for future
Boy you better pray she don’t leave you

I understand there will soon be
Man’s first steps on red earth
And I hear they’re defining
The very nature of our being
Is there nothing we can’t do?
It’s come to pass at long last
There is such strength in numbers
And the circle’s turned full circle
And God is now made in our image

How far have we come down
From Dragon Bone Hill
When the best case we can make is we
Threw it all away?