Oh come down from the watertower remembering whynA highway town in the sea of attrition, owning my eyenA sea I see at the end of the road, in the wilder tidesnLay me down in the echoes of seasons, with your hands over my eyes.nnDawn is brave to allow all the sparrows a place for the night.nIn the dawn of the day, when the birds want to follow the yellowing sky.nLay me down in the echoing seasons, with your hands over my eyesnNo you landed on my tongue.nnCause around here folks do what they wantnAnd where is the life you placed down on my heart?nDays go by, crosses all I’ve lostnAnd where is the bridge that crosses all my haunts?nCause round here folks do what they want.n