Oh my godnWhat have I donenChasing some mirage in my Mojave sunnDon't say every chance is lost,nPlease don't say anything at allnnIn sand and thornsnI'm walking forthnBare and blinking as the day that I was bornnBells in spires of China whitenRing for an Augustine tonightnnOh now, I'm breaking downnOh let me benLet me be your AugustinennLead me nownI understandnFaith is both the prison and the open handnBells on low on highnWill you ring for Augustine tonightnnOh now I'm breaking down,nEvery illusion in betweennAll the lies that I have seennOh let me be your Augustine