Far Away - Martha Wainwright

Far away

In some lovely way I hear your call

Whatever happened to them all?

Whatever happened to us all?

I know that we’ve never met before

But that was then, and now I need you more

Is someone here keeping the score?

Is there only dying at your door?

Taking me down off this cross

Lay me down, down, down in the dust

Whoa, love, take my hand across the crowd

I have been digging underground

What’er remains is yet to be found

I have no children

I have no husband

I have no reason

To be alive

Oh, give me one

Green grass blades are all on fire

I own the crack that’s in the wind

From your window I see bars and the birds

They sing and they sing and they sing and they sing

And the dogs

They bark and they bark and they bark and they bark and they bark

Ah…

Whatever happened to them all?

Whatever happened to us all?

Annie had two young baby boys

And Jimi went crazy, crazy, crazy late last Fall

Ah…