SPENT OUT.  

Danny from Dumbarton had roamed a thousand miles of track,
And still not found direction,
Like the girl on the corner, left
Waiting, waiting with her rag tag bags in hand,
In the wasted years of this religious land,

They had heard the word, together with the angry young Man.
Shouting, shouting,
And still they're left to wander ,and why?
Shattered dreams fell like rain, upon the Orphans of night
 
Then Danny told his tale, again and again,
Crossing over the Girl wasn't in sight,
For the morrow had come, and bells began to ring!
When the angry young man, shouted, and shouted again!
"Jesus we need you"