I stepped in to bring Susan some saline The E.R. was a wreck—they had nothing left Everywhere was death A pile-up out on 95 And everyone had just arrived And I'd never seen so much color in my life How can they be so afraid when the father's so near? Doesn't everybody know that the arm of the Lord is severe? I'd like to help But I'm all in the way So I hustle out To the hall with my crates And there, parked by the wall A broken voice starts to call "Please stop this pain" We are all alone Just the three of us again And as I pulled the tube from her mouth She drifted off to sleep Singing to the sky And scrunching up the sheets "Oh God Oh Lord I'm home Oh God Oh Lord I'm home Oh God Oh Lord"