Jerusalem

We were all standing there, praying to the sky When each passing cloud decided it was time to cry Lately I've been wondering, "Where else could I've gone?" From day to day I followed him; I knew it all along Then on that day my heart caved in on all that I had done; My dreams were merely memories, never to be sung But hopeful dreams don't mean a thing to a father's empty heart And everybody seems to think that they've known him from the start Tell your children and your wives, "Today is not the end There comes a time in each man's life when he must make amends; His soul, he must send."