I was a tourist in the Andes    On my way to Tiahuanaco    Where the balance of a weeping god    Faced east to the rising sun       But I looked out the window    And all I could see    Was the face of a girl    She was looking at me       She was begging for food    Then I knew I had found    The weeping god    In the face of a child       As she gestures with her fingers    Her little brother followed suit    And all I did was take my camera    So the image never fades away       I no longer saw the great gate of the sun    Nor the dawn of time when our race had begun    Just black eyes like starving dogs looking at me    A weeping god was all I'd ever see       And as I sat in contemplation beyond all charity    Losing the magic and meaning of living    (the earth and the stars these things are mine)    And when they've drained the earth of all resources    We'll face the music still    For you and I shall be striking memories    In the thoughts of our children's children       I had arrived at my destination    At the gate of the rising sun    We shall again regain in sunset that balance    That we left undone       I stared at the shacks and the shanty town mess    I couldn't help but to think of the West    The balance was lost and my reason went wild    As the weeping god came alive in the child       I began to weep    And I remember the violation    Determination came,    Determination, Yeah!