The widow’s heart is like a broke-down car 
In the middle of a desert storm 
She’ll pray for rain until [bad word] some day 
And washes out valley floor 

She’ll say, “The sea is no place for me, 
There’s nowhere I can rest” 
She’ll say “God, my God, give me back dry land, 
I can’t take much more of this” 

Oh, you made your choice my daughter 
Oh [bad word] me, you can swim a little farther 

Daughter of the shadow, has your [bad word] been revealed? 
In the darkness you are nothing, in the light you are real 
All you see before you is yours to call home 
As long as you don’t look for answers you don’t need to know 

Oh, you know my voice my Father 
Oh what’s the point of going any farther? 
Oh, do I have a choice my Father? 
Oh, what’s the point of going any farther? 

As the waters rise up, I will look to the sky 
And say, “Lord, where are you?” 
You’ll say, “I was there the whole time my son 
You just never asked me what you should do”