Well, I left with my father's tears staining my shirtnIt seemed the second opinion supported the firstnAnd though he could keep his composure in the face of the worst newsnMy brother would be dead before it snowednnA crow in the park across the street was attackingnSome tourist eating lunch and I just burst out laughingnWhen he waved around his paper as if he were actingnIn some Shakespeare in the Park shownnThe bus doors split open but I didn't get onnI peered up at the driver through two metal armsnAnd I asked him, Friend, how close do you feel to God?nAnd then he pulled closed the doors and was gonennAnd so I walked for an hour to get to my apartmentnAnd the lot around the building was crowded with cartsnAnd old boxes with bodies all wrapped-up inside themnA man in the dumpster looked onnnSo I called to him, Neighbor, what keeps you on living?nAnd he grinned with a gleam in his eyenHe told me, Boy, I've not one thing to show for myselfnAnd that's why I'm not ready to dienYou see, the emptiness keeps me alivennUpstairs, I called an old girlfriend to see if she'd remember menWell, she sighed and replied, I know we once held so tenderlynBut you face has since been lost in an ocean of memoriesnAnd I'm just not cut out for the sea, see?nnAnd so I went for another walk around through town when it got laternThe scene looked like an old photograph- the streets signs were fadingnTo nothing, but someone was calling my namenWhen a car almost ran me right throughnnI spun and careened like a drunk in an alleynAnd collapsed on the steps of a churchnThe muddled song of the goers broke through and charged at menAnd I wondered how many were cursednnAs I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I rannnAnd then I came to a market where I'd never beennAnd a girl at the register, she saw me walk innAnd I begged to her, Sister, confess to me your sinsnSo I might forget what I'm innnWell, she took me on home and she poured me some coffeenAnd I helped with the dishes and we listened to MorrisseynAs we slept and we talked about denial and prophesynnAnd then we came to the root of the thingnYeah, we came to the root of the thingnThat's when I left her and came here to sing