Texty: October Light. What If It's True?.

She said to me "I don't believe these fairy tales at all,
the universe is big and we are far too small,

to matter much to whoever or whatever's out there,
we're specks upon this Rock, spinnin in mid-air".

"the city's filled with smoke and very little hope,
the air is so thick with despair that it could make you choke,
and it's so obvious, that Gods' abandoned us,
He may be out there but He ain't comin' here,
He may be out there but He ain't comin' here."

She said "I live by brutal truth not hopin' in some God.
'cause if He's there at all he's sleeping on the job,
and if He's there he doesn't care or maybe he can't help,
any way you slice it we're all by ourselves".

"the city's filled with smoke and very little hope,
the air is so thick with despair that it could make you choke,
and it's so obvious, that Gods' abandoned us,
He may be out there but He ain't comin' here,
He may be out there but He ain't comin' here."

"I've seen it on the news, the evil that men do,
and no one's on their way to save this fading day"

She said "I call it like I see and the world I see is bleak,
I wish it weren't true but wishin's for the weak
and since I'm wishin' here's another I wish you were right.
that someone hear the prayers children say at night."