I stand here by the western wall,
Baby, look at that wall, standin silent an tall.
An I shove my prayers in the cracks.
Got nothin to lose, no-one to answer back.
All these years Ive brought up for review,
Wasnt taught this but I learned somethin new.
Had to answer a distant call,
At the western wall.
An Ive got a heart full of fear,
An I offer it up on this altar of tears.
Red dust settles deep in my skin.
Dont know where it starts or where I begin.
Its a crumblin pile of broken stones;
It aint much but it might be home.
If I ever loved a place at all,
Its the western wall.
Instrumental break.
I dont know if God was ever a man,
But if she was, I think I understand.
Why he found a place to break his fall,
Near the western wall.
