I stand here by the Western Wall,
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Baby, look at that wall, standin' silent an' tall.
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An' I shove my prayers in the cracks.
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Got nothin' to lose, no-one to answer back.
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All these years I've brought up for review,
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Wasn't taught this but I learned somethin' new.
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Had to answer a distant call,
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At the Western Wall.
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An' I've got a heart full of fear,
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An' I offer it up on this altar of tears.
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Red dust settles deep in my skin.
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Don't know where it starts or where I begin.
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It's a crumblin' pile of broken stones;
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It ain't much but it might be home.
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If I ever loved a place at all,
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It's the Western Wall.
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Instrumental break.
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I don't know if God was ever a man,
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But if She was, I think I understand.
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Why he found a place to break his fall,
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Near the Western Wall.
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Western Wall
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| Rosanne Cash |
