could have been the tearing sky could have been the howling moon could have been the slinging stone if i d been a sharpening bone but i never stayed to see now it s gone behind for me and in exchange for a tear i ll be on my way from here could have been the blinding road could have been the aching bed could have been a warring kiss if i d been a clenching fist but i never stayed for long soon as it comes it s gone and in exchange for a tear i ll be on my way from here made of sorrow made of pain child tomorrow child again could have been the twisting tracks could have been the falling axe could have been the slowing train could have been the diving rain could have been the grinding wheel if i d been a closing deal now i ll be the first to go but i ll be the last to know 