I found God, on the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west, was all but won
All week-long, smoking his last cigarette
I said: “Where you’ve been?”
He said: “Ask anything”
Where were you when everything was falling apart?
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang, and all I needed was a voice
That never came, to the corner of first and Amistad
Lost and insecure. You found me, you found me
Blood was on the floor. Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late. You found me, you found me
Always right on time. And so I wait for you
Answer this: everytime I turn around, something else, is on its way to break down
Far from home, I do feel on my very own
Two feet alone, in the corner of first and Amistad
Lost and insecure. You found me, you found me
Blood was on the floor. Where were you? Where were you?
Lots to say to you. You found me, you found me
Just a little late. And so I will not wait
So I’ll stand up, to my full heigh: “maybe you’re wrong and maybe I’m right”
Either way I’ll break my stare by the door I hold my hand
Lost and insecure. You found me, you found me
Blood was on the floor. Where were you? Where were you?
Lots to say to you. You found me, you found me
Just a little late. And so I will not wait much longer for some plan
It’s all a plan! It’s all yet. All I needed was a call
