A Letter to the West Bank

My shoes are all soggy, as I slip through the door
Oh, I got inside just as it started to pour
and I don't know if I can think anymore
about how I'll never see you again.

My good luck is over and it might as well be
that the rain clouds came hanging with their desolate glee
and I hope you're not lonely as you set across the sea,
'Cause your dreams are gonna break the world.

Now write me if you can
and send me every word.
Don't be afraid my friend
I'll be here upon your return.

I'll sit and wait
for your phone call each day
and I'll see you in my dreams along the way.
Yes, I'll see you in my dreams along the way.


And I called you twice just to hear your voice
but that ghostly recording won't give me a choice.
My ruminations are a delicate force
'cause your dreams are gonna break down the world

Oh darling, hold tight to your determined eye
keep an ear on your voice and don't silence your mind
take pictures of nightmares when you want to cry
and know that I'll see you again.
Yes, I know I'm gonna see you again.

Now write me if you can
and send me every word.
Don't be afraid my friend,
I'll be here upon your return.

And I'll sit and wait
for your phone call each day
and I'll see you in my dreams along the way.
Yes, I'll see you in my dreams along the way.


I promise again, if it comes to this turn,
your ashes I'll keep once your body is burned.
I'll scatter your soul on he deserts and yearn
for your spirit to take down the world.

Oh your spirit will take down the world.