Pick up the phone again and call my dad I'm half an orphan now and twice as sad Drove from the valley, left me wanting more Hills don't remember in the metaphor Funeral director for a twenty grand death Passed on the body, couldn't waste my breath She'd hate to linger on her skin so long If she was here to say, she'd say it's all so wrong I try to take it in This desert as Your silence speaks out No green to comprehend Just manna for the moment Manna for the moment... Manna for the moment... Manna for the moment, not a minute later... Speed up the dirge, they need a joyful song Wish I could sing like there was nothing wrong How do I thank You for this daily bread When desert implies I'd rather just be dead? You drove the present tense Through my ribs, so deep I couldn't scream out Said, "Here will hurt a bit But here is but a moment" Manna for the moment... Manna for the moment... Manna for the moment, not a minute later... Manna for the moment... Manna for the moment... Manna for the moment, you can't get there any sooner... What's there to say here?