Žodžiai dainai: Cowboy Junkies. Open. Beneath the Gate.

She was found beneath the gate
Forsaken at the gate
Who would have thought that so much love
Could be so carelessly misplaced
Found. Beneath the gate

We gazed upon the moon
A honed and whetted moon
Wondered if you saw the same
An hour from your mothers womb
Gazing at the moon

We stood beneath the gate
Three beneath the gate
The rare good will of the random world
Smiling like a sickle moon

She was found beneath the gate
Forsaken at the gate
Found beneath the gate