All the broken plans   That you are holding in your hands   You are so much older now   You are so much older now      Are you building a house to hold   a nowhere man   Are you building a house   With these broken plans      In your slow moving way   There's no trace of belief   But in your own broken way   You're holy in your grief      You had so much more to say   You had so much more to say   But maybe another a day   Is all now you have to say      Are you building a house to hold   A nowhere man   Are you building a house   With these broken plans      In your slow moving way   There's no trace of belief   But in your own broken way   You're holy in your grief