From the Golden Smog Album, Another Fine Day:

Gone

Well I saw you at the station / it was after the election.

The downcast, they were calling / your behavior was appalling

At the feet of the blessed / your halo burned my hand

Are you happy where you are?

Well I knew that it was over / when the crowd began standing.

You were driving / we were swerving / and the feathers began burning

From the mountains to the desert / I searched but you were gone

Are you happy where you are?

And all the alcohol that everyone consumed,

Could not erase the the void of emptiness…emptiness

Inside the tomb.

The old priest, he was praying /

In the cold room, she was laying.

The drunkard, he was drinking /

And the young boy he was thinking

For the first time in a long time /

He felt the touch of God.

Are you happy where you are?

And all the alcohol that everyone consumed,

Could not erase the the void of ghosts around the room.

Don’t look behind the face to see where faith is gone.

You know that’s only wise for everyone…everyone…holding on.

Well I saw you at the station / it was after the election.

The down-trod, they were calling / your behavior was so sad.

At the feet of the altar / your halo burned my hand

Are you happy where you are?