Gone

Well, I saw you at the station

It was after the election

Down cast they would call him

Your behavior was a poem

At the feet of blessed

Your hate burned my hand

Are you happy where you are?

Well, I knew that it was over

When the crowd began standing

You were driving, we were swerving

In the feathers began burning

From the mountains to the desert

I searched but you were gone

Are you happy where you are?

Are you happy where you are?

And all the hours upon that everyone consume

Could not arrest the void of him to hers

Him to hers, silent too

Your priest who is praying

In the cold moon was laying

The drunkard, he was drinking

And the young boy, he was thinking

For the first time in a long time

You felt hurt she died

Are you happy where you are?

Are you happy where you are?

And all the alcohol that everyone consumed

Could not arrest the boy who trots around the wound

Don't look behind the face to see the faith is gone

You know that's only wise for everyone, everyone, oh, gone

Well, I saw you at the station

It was after the election

Down tribe they would call him

Your behavior was so sad

At the feet of altar

Your hate burned my hand

Are you happy where you are?

Are you happy where you are?