Out There (Survivors)

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