I was a tourist in the Andes

On my way to Tiahuanaco

Where the balance of a weeping god

Faced east to the rising sun

But I looked out the window

And all I could see

Was the face of a girl

She was looking at me

She was begging for food

Then I knew I had found

The weeping god

In the face of a child

As she gestures with her fingers

Her little brother followed suit

And all I did was take my camera

So the image never fades away

I no longer saw the great gate of the sun

Nor the dawn of time when our race had begun

Just black eyes like starving dogs looking at me

A weeping god was all I'd ever see

And as I sat in contemplation beyond all charity

Losing the magic and meaning of living

(the earth and the stars these things are mine)

And when they've drained the earth of all resources

We'll face the music still

For you and I shall be striking memories

In the thoughts of our children's children

I had arrived at my destination

At the gate of the rising sun

We shall again regain in sunset that balance

That we left undone

I stared at the shacks and the shanty town mess

I couldn't help but to think of the West

The balance was lost and my reason went wild

As the weeping god came alive in the child

I began to weep

And I remember the violation

Determination came,

Determination, Yeah!