Craig Finn
Maggie I’ve Been Searching For Our Son
There's a darkness in my body
And I think I might be ready
Maggie, I've been searching for our son
There's a big hole in my thinking
Lately I've been seeing things
Maggie, I'm still searching for our son
If you're down and out
If you still have any doubts
If you doubt that there's a savior yet to come
Stop what you're doing
Close your eyes and keep on breathing
And still you turn your face up to the sun
It was warm in Arizona
It was cold in Colorado
Maggie, I've been searching for our son
There were crosses on the altar
There was gold in El Dorado
Maggie, I got blisters on my thumbs
If you're all strung out
If you still have any doubts
If you doubt that there's a rapture yet to come
Hey, pick up the paper
See the stories and the pictures
A kid went to the movies with a gun
There's a house out in the desert
And I lived there with some people
Maggie, that guy said he was our savior
Once he took our women
And turned us into his soldiers
He had a patch of radical behavior
And the ATF were belligerent
There were handcuffed girls with barely any clothes
There was power in their numbers
And there was silver in their holsters
In the trucks as they rolled slowly up the road
There's a darkness in my body
And I think I might be ready
If you're still down South
If you still have any doubts
If you doubt that there's a heaven yet to come
There's a darkness in my body
And I think I might be ready
Maggie, I'm still searching for our son
Maggie, I'm still searching for our son