Well the bones can lie back and dry in their graves
While the world trembles above
And the moon tells the tide to roll out of the harbor
And a little girl loses her gloves
And the chains that you link
Fall apart when you think
That Abel and Cain were once brothers
And the wind lets the shoreline know just what it's thinking
While we'll just both look at each other
From the fields of green
To the oceans of aquamarine
I'll carry this hidden light till it's seen
Well the tears will all stop and they'll dry in your eyes
While the children all practice their dances
And the money's on black
And the horses are lined up
The only things to believe in are chances