In Asking Land

Gone away
Someone else son's gone
Every night
I lie here
Hard hurt heart
That holds the door
Buried in time
Lay in the factory bleeding

And all the time they walk the line
And all the time in asking land
Why can't I go with them, down they go
Why are we left behind?

There'll come a day
There'll be an open door
How can we get there?
We've lost the way

Memory
Is the strangest thing
What a day
For dreaming
There's a flame
Whose light still shines
Leading us out
Through fields and bridges

And all the time they walk the line
And all the time in asking land
All the miners breathing underground
Is there anyone there?

What is a man?
What are we working for?
What will we find there
So far away?

Cold
Cold, and the spanners waving
Time
No matter what they say
My search, crawling
Like a wet, cold miner
And I wonder, wonder
I wonder, wonder

And all the time they walk the line
And all the time in asking land
I seen grasses grow through rock and stone
I can picture his face

Narrow my head
There lies that open door
What does it matter
How long we wait?

What does it mean?
Is there no golden law?
Now that he's done
It's not the same