Green world, lovely chloroform Front porch in the thunderstorm Controlled chaos, confused energy Stop reading the weather charts Stop counting the playing cards There's no system, there's no guarantees That the love you feel and carry inside can be pa**ed But you try, I know you do, you still talk to your plants Ask, how are you getting on alone Some wander the wilderness Some drink cosmopolitans Some cull science, some glean astral planes I can't tell where the canvas stops Homesick as an astronaut Just keep drifting, but still can't explain How the love we feel we carry inside can be pa**ed See a brother in the gutter, you reach out your hand Ask, how are you getting on alone What guage measures miracles And whose heartbeat's electrical We feign sickness with our modern joy But even Western medicine It couldn't save Danny Callahan Bad bone marrow, a bald little boy But the love he feels he carries inside can be pa**ed He lay still, his mother kissed him goodbye Said, come back, where are you going to alone Where are you going all alone?