The Last Time I Saw Eden

The last time I saw Eden, the garden was in flames. The smoke was rising up to heaven's floor. The last time I saw Eden, the gates were bound with chains. The angel cried, You'll enter here no more.""

And I just can't get it out of my mind. That vision still sends chills up my spine like a ghost that I can never leave behind, the last time I saw Eden.

The last time I saw Eden, I was waiting to be born, floating in a sea of purest light. When I heard the thunder there was dust upon my lips. My flesh was stinging with the chill of night.

And they tell me it was all a crazy dream, but in my heart I don't know what they mean. I can't forget how very real it seemed, the last time I saw Eden.

The last time I saw Eden, I was standing in the raindown a lonesome, broken railroad track. I met a fallen angel, waiting for a northbound train. He said, ""I fear it's never coming back.""

And now, even in these crowds, I feel alonean orphan always aching for home. I'm longing for the mystery I have known, the last time I saw Eden.