He tore through the pages and they flew like feathers
Delicate and white from between the black leather
Like sick little snowflakes, they fluttered and died
And he swore and he cried
Finally spent he fell down on the floor
Feeling no better then he did before
Bits of gold leaf and tissue thin pages
Lay all around him but his rage was still raging
In each shaky hand he held a slab of black leather
He maniacally smiled as he slapped them together
The fire was aglow but dying and weak
When he threw the corpse of the book into the flames
They peaked

So where was I when the levee broke?
When the husband choked his wife?
Where was I, when the priest ruined your son?
And am I the only one?

Where was I when you raised your eyes
And you knew all along you were lying?
Where was I, when you cheated and left a woman who
Loved you crying?
Where was I when you let a baby die.
And where was I when you let your selfish pride
Dictate your life and your will and your ways
And where am I today?

Im up here all alone
Im up here on my own
Im up here all alone
Im up here on my own

And he heard himself squeak in a strange unknown tongue
And he thought 'am i the only one'?
He heard a voice all through the nosie in his head that said
'son,
Im up here
Im up here all alone
Im up here on my own
Im up here all alone
Im up here on my own

if you believe in me, i will believe in you'