(Michael McDonald)



The world goes mad around us

As I stand by and watch you sleep

In the hope that harm won't find us

I pray the lord our souls to keep

Does he see us here?

Are we precious in his sight?

Or are we merely dust on this tiny ball?

He hurled out into the night

Somewhere east of eden



From the first time that we stumble

We learn that nothing is assured

However hopelessly we tumble

It's by the grace of god that we endure

If there's some better place

Far from all that's wrong

But if god in his wisdom

Saw fit to put you here

Then here is where I belong

Somewhere east of eden



Maybe he laughs in our face

By way of the cold hard fact

That these moments framed in time and space

Are the same ones nothing can bring back



Maybe we exist and wonder through this world

Just to lead each other home

From somewhere east of eden