Below us he walks, who we have waited for, rags and dogs in his way
Clear the way
There is someone coming through
He looks up at us; we hide behind the rocks
It will be days before we see him again
In these days he's known to sit in a darkened room, pained by what he's seen we have done
Out the door and into the streets
His mind is very clear and he calls us
It is now for us to do everything he tells us to do, now (that) we have lives