Pick up the phone again and call my dad
I'm half an orphan now and twice as sad
Drove from the valley, left me wanting more
Hills don't remember in the metaphor
Funeral director for a twenty grand death
Passed on the body, couldn't waste my breath
She'd hate to linger on her skin so long
If she was here to say, she'd say it's all so wrong
I try to take it in
This desert as Your silence speaks out
No green to comprehend
Just manna for the moment
Manna for the moment...
Manna for the moment...
Manna for the moment, not a minute later...
Speed up the dirge, they need a joyful song
Wish I could sing like there was nothing wrong
How do I thank You for this daily bread
When desert implies I'd rather just be dead?
You drove the present tense
Through my ribs, so deep I couldn't scream out
Said, "Here will hurt a bit
But here is but a moment"
Manna for the moment...
Manna for the moment...
Manna for the moment, not a minute later...
Manna for the moment...
Manna for the moment...
Manna for the moment, you can't get there any sooner...
What's there to say here?