Past Belief

Lord
 Show me a sign
 That you're still there
 That you still care
 That you're still with me
 That you still know me
 Before I resign
 Show me a sign
 I can't laugh
 I can't weep
 Five nights in a row now
 Not a second of sleep
 Is there something
 You want me to know
 Well I wish you'd tell me what
 Give me some kind of show
 How 'bout a meteor
 Or a shooting star
 Or even a drunk
 Getting thrown out of the bar
 I'm getting impatient
 And hope is expensive
 And I'm running low on
 Everything these days
 The waters are rising
 And the world is on fire
 We're all just gasoline
 For the funeral pyre
 In the palaces morons
 In the hospitals ghouls
 Murderers in the towns
 Rats in the schools
 Armies of zombies
 And the generals fishing
 And baby Jesus
 On a suicide mission
 And little Mohammed
 Lifeless and brown
 And drowning faceless scarecrows
 Wearing the crown
 Ten thousand whistlers
 Off-track and off-tune
 Sixteen drummers
 Wearing some kind of rune
 Some kind of amulet
 Some pre-Christian cross
 And one man's lucky roll
 Is another man's loss
 Lord, you should have been there
 Last Saturday night
 I broke a couple barstools
 And I broke up a fight
 I broke three fingers
 They looked kind of Egyptian
 And the doctor wouldn't see me
 Without a prescription
 If this is how
 It's all gonna go
 I might as well pile up
 Frequent flier miles and lay low
 I might as well buy up
 Some spiritual trinkets
 Line the walls with paint
 And start to drink it
 It's hard to believe
 It's goin' down so fast
 When Einstein died
 He thought you built it to last
 But they threw him in a hole
 And they stole his brain
 And three days later
 It washed up again in the rain
 Lord, I'll make you a bargain
 I'll cut you a deal
 They can cut off my eyelids
 And I won't squeal
 I won't spill your secrets
 My soul's locked tight
 Just please let me
 Get a little sleep tonight
 Fifty thousand horses
 Ten thousand sheep
 I'd trade 'em all
 For just a second of sleep
 The kind with dreams though
 You gotta have dreams
 I've heard about what happens
 At the other extreme
 Yeah without them dreams
 You go insane
 It's like having mayonnaise
 Shot into your brain
 But maybe I'm the exception
 Every dog has its day
 Maybe I'm a brand new species
 What do you say
 So look out the window
 Might be something out there
 Maybe something to read
 Here's a Vanity Fair
 Winter is coming
 That's a relief
 And I'm willing to go on faith
 But I'm past belief