My House Is Empty Lyrics

Don't send me to Sheol.
It's too much like home.
I've known the palest mornings.
I've held back locusts swarming.

O don't leave.

Don't send me to Sheol.
The cracked earth is too tired.
I see the highways crawling,
I hear the tall trees longing.

My house is empty.

I've seen a holy man cut down.
I've lived in shadows of great fathers.
I've watched my generation sleep.