Well, I saw you at the station   It was after the election   Down cast they would call him   Your behavior was a poem      At the feet of blessed   Your hate burned my hand   Are you happy where you are?      Well, I knew that it was over   When the crowd began standing   You were driving, we were swerving   In the feathers began burning      From the mountains to the desert   I searched but you were gone   Are you happy where you are?   Are you happy where you are?      And all the hours upon that everyone consume   Could not arrest the void of him to hers   Him to hers, silent too      Your priest who is praying   In the cold moon was laying   The drunkard, he was drinking   And the young boy, he was thinking      For the first time in a long time   You felt hurt she died   Are you happy where you are?   Are you happy where you are?      And all the alcohol that everyone consumed   Could not arrest the boy who trots around the wound   Don't look behind the face to see the faith is gone   You know that's only wise for everyone, everyone, oh, gone      Well, I saw you at the station   It was after the election   Down tribe they would call him   Your behavior was so sad      At the feet of altar   Your hate burned my hand   Are you happy where you are?   Are you happy where you are?