Dead Horse

Here is my harvest of heartbreak Here is my threshing of tears I'd give you my dream but I lost it Down in the locust years Still praise is the song that I'm singing Even though sorrow's my tune My love is only a whisper now But nothing is wasted with you Here is my secret miscarriage Here is my public divorce Nobody taught me to let go So I learned how to beat a dead horse Now all of my altars are empty  Except for this lone hallelu The heat of your fire's just a memory But nothing is wasted with you Hungry as a mother who cannot find her child We keep missing each other I'm in the liquor aisle Prostrated in your glory I am bowed low under this Either nothing is wasted or everything is  Here in the Holy of holies Here by the blood of the lamb  Words I have said all my life and believe but still I do not understand  But I want to live in your presence However inopportune The heat of your fire's just a memory But nothing is wasted with you My love is only a whisper now But nothing is wasted with you   --- Dead Horse - Andy Squyres