all the windows have been closed

the blinds have been drawn shut

my eyes have both adjusted to the lack of light

that's in this house

this is no bakery

so don't ask me for pride

this is no boarding house

so don't ask for a place to rest your head

there is no love here

so don't ask for a drink

if you were on the streets

back where you should be

i would be at peace

oh jesus we are such a wicked lot

see the dirt that still there lingers

on the sweating face

i've got lead us like strangers down into the cracks

where we'll lay our bodies down into the path

of all the busy working hands

beside the water

but still there

as long ago

we are we rise and pour out our hearts like water

for your throne

our skin has grown old

our bones are broken

the path lies hidden by blocks of stone

so come now to this world's great city

and she herself grows and turns away

is any suffering like this affliction

the cries are many but the heart is faint

i know what is my portion

and so i will wait for you