It's enough to drive a man crazy
It'll shake a man's faith
It's enough to make him wonder
If he's ever been sane
When he's bleeding for comfort
From thy staff and thy rod
And the heavens' only answer
Is the silence of God

It'll shake a man's timbers
When he loses his heart
When he has to remember
What broke him apart
And this yoke may be easy
But this burden is not
When the crying fields are frozen
By the silencе of God

And if we [?] ask God to listen
To the voicеs of the lot
We would need the throes of all the happiness they've got
When they tell you all your troubles
Have been nailed up to that cross
What about the times when even followers get lost

There's a statue of Jesus
On a monastery gnoll
In the hills of Kentucky
Quiet and cold
And it's kneeling in the garden
As silent as a stone
And all his friends are sleeping
And he's weeping all alone

And the man of all sorrows
He never forgot
What sorrow is carried
By the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve
Into the silence of God
The aching may remain
But the breaking does not
The aching may remain
But the breaking does not
A holy lonesome echo
Of the silence of God