Father, I know now your life's been stretched too long 
Across paper torn and crumpled 
Was drawn the garden that we've sown 
You made me 
So damn happy 
Wanting to follow you around 
But leading a cast of clowns 
How could you expect me to worship your name 
Father I know now 
It's etched too deep in sand 
I'm sorry... 
So sorry I couldn't wipe it with my hands 
So unhappy 
You made the sky come down 
Father I smile now 
Wing have stretched to the sky 
When I look up at the heavens 
I see your face in the stars at night 
Again you made me happy! 
The stage has been turned down 
The clowns have lost their crowd now sleep well and sound 
Quietly rest...