By michael mcdonald      The world goes mad around us   As I stand by and watch you sleep   In the hope that harm won't find us   I pray the lord our souls to keep   Does he see us here?    Are we precious in his sight?    Or are we merely dust on this tiny ball?    He hurled out into the night   Somewhere east of eden      From the first time that we stumble   We learn that nothing is assurred   However hopelessly we tumble   It's by the grace of God that we endure   If there's some better place   Far from all that's wrong   But if God in his wisdom   Saw fit to put you here   Then here is where I belong   Somewhere east of eden      Maybe he laughs in our face   By way of the cold hard fact   That these moments framed in time and space   Are the same ones nothing can bring back      Maybe we exist and wonder through this world   Just to lead each other home   From somewhere east of eden