And there is no more to Eden
Than a fleeting backward glance
As we race into tomorrow
Like a dancer in a trance.
And we race into tomorrow
Like a madman in a daze
Thinking nothing of the sorrow
Thinking only of todays
And the joyous ache within us
For a savior yet to come
Is the drive within that pushes us
And then passes into some.
So we searched the Holy Desert
Finding only dirt and graves
And a sandstone face that faces East
And says that "Jesus Saves."
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