Shine a light so I can make out your direction I don't want to scream, "where are you now?" If it gets burned, who will take our things Will we litter all the boxes Along unpronounceable names Sold by the old ways, we'll be on our own Making plans for when we get home These are just excuses now Good words among the mines Divided by degrees In the end it turns So who will take us in One by one all the houses Down the page name by name It doesn't matter how it ends Or when it began It's all right here So call off the guns In these violent days Won't you, my dear