For Mark it came out of the light
and everything went down in freefall.
What I remember most of all
is when she said that people die
don’t they. Cry don’t they.
There comes a time when you’re alone with yourself
and the cold light and fear, whatever they might say.
And the girl with the flowers in her hair
said you should have made time for sharing.
And there she lies your hoped for future
boy you better pray she don’t leave you.
Figure we have lost our way
before this dark and broken trail was made
before the surface cooled to stone
before the harsh light and the white walls
the first struggle for breath.
And winterbourne no longer flow from the hills
the trees are all down, the losers have found
that the girl with the flowers in her hair
says there’s nothing else left for giving.
And there she lies your hoped for future
boy you better pray she don’t leave you.
I understand there will soon be
man’s first steps on red earth
and I hear they’re defining 
the very nature of our being.
Is there nothing we can’t do?
It’s come to pass at long last
there is such strength in numbers
and the circle’s turned full circle
and God is now made in our image.
How far have we come down
from Dragon Bone Hill
when the best case we can make is we
threw it all away?