then rest here in wonder , children for god loves us all though there is darkness and paralyzing doubt sometimes in the midnight hour joy keeps flowing out and there 's just no stopping the way i truly feel but she is gone , and he is gone and nothing is for real then hide here in the shelter , children for the devil 's at the wheel so i stumble blindly through the crooked gray all my thoughts are scattered like the words i say `` o nobody knows me , and really whats a self ?