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!