The day is over no more Jubilee no more chocolate only the dryness of our throat the day is over without God we planned on going further but we stopped suddenly we made a plan before but destruction came before us only people could see what could happen we left this place alone we decided to take off but came back we found desolation to be a purity and we were afraid we go farther than what were you at will there be the river will there be a mountain everything seems to be leveled everything seems to be high where are we who cannot see this is more an answer to its question then what we saw are we looking for them what we need we hold on to Little Things because the big things do not exist anymore we fall behind so far that nobody's there and when we're quiet we hope somebody says something today is not a hope we got to learn how to forget about that we got to stand up we got to look down and up that's what we'll do make the best of what we got the river dry is the Mountaintop the bed it's harder than diamond and we walked down this hard Road sifting through rocks looking for a mud hole and without water we don't want to live so we dig dig and dig maybe I'll find a fish down in this hole where are the animals do I hear a hoot have I ever heard any pity padding of any kind of Paws no just the blowing Winds of grass the dryness of Earth beating down again I never seen this place dead until death itself had covered up why are we here why are we here.