In Asking Land

Gone away

Someone else son's gone

Every night

I lie here

Hard hurt heart

That holds the door

Buried in time

Lay in the factory bleeding

And all the time they walk the line

And all the time in asking land

Why can't I go with them, down they go

Why are we left behind?

There'll come a day

There'll be an open door

How can we get there?

We've lost the way

Memory

Is the strangest thing

What a day

For dreaming

There's a flame

Whose light still shines

Leading us out

Through fields and bridges

And all the time they walk the line

And all the time in asking land

Are there miners breathing underground

Is there anyone there?

What is a man?

What are we working for?

What will we find there

So far away?

Caught

Caught in a spider's web

And time

No matter what they say

My son's crawling

Like a wet, cold miner

And I wonder, wonder

I wonder, wonder

And all the time they walk the line

And all the time in asking land

I've seen grasses grow through rock and stone

I can picture his face

There up ahead

There lies that open door

What does it matter

How long we wait?

What does it mean?

Is there no golden law?

Now that it's gone

It's not the same