Helen

by Nick Jaina

faith is found when you're halfway down
a well that's where my bones lies now
but my spirit flies over head
the plans we've made and the words we've said

there's a crowd of people in our home tonight, our home tonight
the preachers and the firemen and it's a sacred land
whatever form or function suits their needs tonight, I bleed tonight
and our home tonight is a sacred land, a sacred land, yes I know

who'll clean the leaves from the sewer main
when you take our baby on the Amtrak train
far up north where the guns don't reach
the flags don't fly and the men don't preach

I wish I could be with you in our home tonight, our home tonight
our home tonight is a distant out-of-place land
I would shut the door and kiss you tenderly, I'd turn the key
our home tonight is a sacred land, a sacred land, yes I know