Wailing Wall

The holy city breathed Like a dying man It moved with hopeful tears With the tears of the blind And on and on as the night drew in Through broken streets that s*cked me in My feet were bare and cut with stones With walking to the promised land I pushed through crowds through seas of prayer Through twisting hands and choking air A vulture at the wailing wall I circled waiting And on and on as the night drew in Through broken streets that s*cked me in My feet were bare and cut with stones With walking to the promised land