written by Rosanne Cash

© Chelcait Music

administered by Bug Music (BMI)



I stand here by the Western Wall

Maybe a little of that wall stands inside us all

I shove my prayers in the crack

I've got nothing to lose, no one to answer back

All these years I've brought up for review

Wasn't taught this but I learned something new

And to answer the distant call

At the Western Wall



I've got a heart full of fear

And I offer it up on this altar of tears

Red dust settles deep in my skin

I don't know where it starts and where I begin

It's a crumbling 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



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