I can throw my hands up

Pleading to the sky

I can pound the ground

Foot and fist

Demanding why

How could they let it end?

Never the same again

How could they let it end?

Nothing here but pain

Sticks and stones

Nothing grows

In a bone garden

Winds that scrape

Cross the plains

Of an old bargain

Driftwood trees

Sway and creak

In their hard dust beds

Sticks and stones

Nothing grows

In a bone garden

I can scream in anger;

I can cry

But god is just as dead

In the end

As you or I

How could they let it end?

Never the same again

How could they let it end?

Nothing here but death

Sticks and stones

Nothing grows

In a bone garden

Winds that scrape

Cross the plains

Of an old bargain

Driftwood trees

Sway and creak

In their hard dust beds

Sticks and stones

Nothing grows

In a bone garden

Calling all souls

Never be the same

I can throw my hands up

Pleading to the sky

I can pound the ground

Foot and fist

Demanding why

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Calling all souls

Sticks and stones

Nothing grows

In a bone garden

Lyrics © 2001 Cynthia Conrad