In a nowhere bar-room on the east side of the city

There was a strange smell of burning outside in the street

I was giving a sermon like the son of a preacher

I was high on revolution and wild with belief

Across the table she was lighting a cigarette

And in the light of the flame her eyes flashed fury as she turned to me

She said - you're never going to save the world

If you can't save me



On Cavalry Hill, the sky turned black

And the wind blew the dust in the blistering heat

But the heavens were empty, no angels came

The only sound I remember was the crying of Mary and the mother's weep

And he cried out - you're never going to save the world

If you can't save me

It's all vanity and you're never going to save the world

If you can't save me