Helpless

After Helpless by Neil Young

 

There is a sound comes from the Oversoul,

No dream comforts or memories there,

And in our minds we still pace to and fro,

Making changes, saying prayers.

 

It’s a call home, a call from God,

Then He comes before our eyes,

Taking us along with Him,

Throwing us into the New Life.

 

Leaving us helpless, helpless, helpless.

Baba can You hear me now?

The chains unlocked, I’m bowing at Your door,

Baba, bring me to You somehow.

Baba, somehow.

 

It’s a call home, a call from God,

Then He comes before our eyes,

Taking us along with Him,

Throwing us into the New Life.

 

Leaving us helpless, helpless, helpless

Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless

Helpless, helpless, and hopeless,

Helpless, helpless, so helpless.