A man is crying for a lost love For all those years she was his all He is alone and crying softly The rain has just begun to fall As they commend another body to the ground There seems to be no consolation to be found The wind is cold and you can almost feel her die And all the preacher has to offer the poor bastard Is a lie We found ourselves Out there, survivors He thinks they're all kindhearted people Watching them dump her in a hole His eyes are red but very thankful You know a handshake scars your soul As they commend another body to the ground There seems to be no living, now he's homeward Bound He is the last to leave a place where bodies lie And all the preacher has to offer the poor bastard Is a lie We found ourselves Out there, survivors