I wake up in the morning
After a night of evil rain
The footprints left in the storm-beaten earth
No longer carry my name
The eyes of the weeping willow
Bear witness to the stealing of a soul
When God's own arm struck down from heaven
And took her chance of getting old
With no one left to blame
I'm stuck with floating pain
I don't feel like I should
Satan's looking pretty good
The memory of heaven's crime
Is burned into the folds of my mind
Why didn't it happen to me?
I deserved it far more than she
With no one left to blame I'm stuck with floating pain
I don't feel like I should
Satan's looking pretty good.