Communion in the Ashes

This city that I live in is pounding like a drum It sounds like electricity with the faintest human hum These gates and walls divide us. We have no common hymns Sometimes the dread's so heavy, it feels like a phantom limb When the bridges are all been burned And they're warring over matches Let's hold a new communion in the ashes When the fire came, we could smell it coming The flames were moving fast and everybody started running Some folks didn't make it. Some lost all they had But I'm glad I didn't lose you even though it got so bad When the bridges are all burned And they're warring over matches Let's hold a new communion in the ashes There used to be a blueprint for dignity and hope But the threads have all unraveled at the end of this old rope So Goodbye San Mateo. And Goodbye Golden Gate I hear that they were beautiful, but we were born too late If you're feeling lost and lonely, and afraid of what's to come I hope that you won't drop out, give up, or get numb Just find a drum to beat on. Pick up the guitar and strum It don't matter what you look like. It don't matter where you're from When the bridges are all burned And they're warring over matches Let's hold a new communion in the ashes When the bridges are all burned Let's congregate the masses Let's hold a new communion in the ashes