Goodbye No-Man's Land

Why did I Give all I had to a God in a can Why did I Take all my crap and hurl it into a fan Why did I Take all love and shove it away Why did I Worship a tin God every day No more do I Cast an eye in a backwards glance No more do I Blame all things on happenstance No more do I Cry crocodile tears to the caring people No more do I Turn my back to the always open steeple Now I can Face the world with my head up Now I can Turn away from an offered cup Now I can Look in the eye and offer a hand Now I can Turn my back to that No-Man’s Land