Deep in the Big Swamp,
Somewhere near the 'Glades;
A man walks alone,
As his happiness fades.
High on Mt. Rainer,
A professional mountaineer tries to forget;
He climbs and he works his muscles,
But he hasn't accomplished anything yet.
In the burning Mojave desert,
She cuts herself because she lost a child;
The sun and sand bakes her bones,
And she waits for destruction from the wilds.
There are broken hearts all over this country,
A sad dirge played to select ears;
A chorus of penance,
That is eternal in its years.
