Weeping In The Wings Songtext / Lyric

Where were you at Wounded Knee?

What use were you, strung out cool on a tree?

What use were you weeping in the wings?

And where are you now for so many things?



Weeping in the wings, weeping in the wings

You're no use to us just weeping in the wings

Weeping in the wings, weeping in the wings

You're no use to us just weeping in the wings



In the killing fields or where a plague bell rings?

What's it with you that you miss all these things?

By these pickers and stealers, (potentates and kings)

You're no use at all ya'll weeping in the wings



Weeping in the wings, weeping in the wings

You're no use to us just weeping in the wings






Where with the famine the locust brings?

Where, for the droughts and dried up springs?

Where for another million things?

You're no use at all y'all weeping in the wings



You took quite a flyer in Dachau that time

You didn't smell carnage? - Hear the trains on the line?

I mean you'd have to be deaf and you'd have to be blind

You'd have to be something that is more than unkind



Weeping in the wings, weeping in the wings

You're no use to us if you're just weeping in the wings



Can't you forgive us? - Can we forgive you?

Who takes the rap for the evil we do?

Who in hell made us? - Man, the trouble we bring!

How great is the love that will forgive us our sins?



Weeping in the wings, weeping in the wings

Seems no-one can stop us from doing these things

Weeping in the wings, weeping in the wings

There's no grace or deliverance weeping in the wings.