Gone

Well, I saw you at the station
It was after the election
Downcast they would call him
Your behavior was appalling
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
And your 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 alcohol that everyone consumed
Could not erase the board of emptiness
emptiness, silent too
The old priest who was praying
In the cold moon she was laying
The drunkard, he was drinking
And the young boy, he was thinking
For the first time in a long time
You felt the touch of god
Are you happy where you are?
Are you happy where you are?
And all the alcohol that everyone consumed
Could not erase the boy who floats around the wound
Don't look behind the face to see where faith has gone
You know that's only wise for everyone, everyone, oh, gone
Well, I saw you at the station
It was after the election
Downtrod they would call him
Your behavior was so sad
At the feet of the altar
Your hate burned my hand
Are you happy where you are?
Are you happy where you are?