Danny Callahan Paroles

There's no system, there's no guarantees.
That the love you feel and carry inside can be passed.
But you try, and all you do is just talk
to the past.
Ask how are you getting on alone?

Some wander the wilderness,
some drink cosmopolitans.
Some cold science, some glean astroplanes.
I can't tell where the camera stops,
homesick as an astronaut.
Just keep drifting, but still can't explain.
How the love we feel we carry inside can be passed.
See a brother in the gutter and reach out your hand.
Ask how are you getting on alone?

What guage measures miracles?
Whose heartbeat's electrical?
We feign sickness with our modern joy.
But even Western medicine, his mother kissed him goodbye, said 'comeback.'
Where are you going to alone?
Where are you going all alone?