I stand here by the western wall,   Baby, look at that wall, standin' silent an' tall.   An' I shove my prayers in the cracks.   Got nothin' to lose, no-one to answer back.   All these years I've brought up for review,   Wasn't taught this but I learned somethin' new.   Had to answer a distant call,   At the western wall.      An' I've got a heart full of fear,   An' I offer it up on this altar of tears.   Red dust settles deep in my skin.   Don't know where it starts or where I begin.   It's a crumblin' pile of broken stones;   It ain't much but it might be home.   If I ever loved a place at all,   It's the western wall.      Instrumental break.      I don't know if God was ever a man,   But if she was, I think I understand.   Why he found a place to break his fall,   Near the western wall.