God, he called for rain. So I built an ark but no rain came. I was ashamed.
Man, he called for war. So I built a gun and joined the corps. But I was unsure.
My love, she asked for more. But what I gave only made her poor. I wasn’t sure.
The dove, she promised sand. And she laid the branch right into my hand. But there was no land.
Ohhh, what does it mean to be here? Well I know because I can, and I will.