Off the plane in Tel Aviv Wading through security No rivers here of milk and honey Taxi through the holy land, "Where is it you're going again?" I reply. he wrings his hands Leaning in so close to me, "Be careful", he whispers cautiously I set off for the old city and the market Washed away and built again These walls that house the hopes of men Oh, Jerusalem Neon, lights and oil lamps glow, Casting shadows on the ancient stone I'm pulled in by the undertow Through corridors under the ground, I follow a river of people down, Adrift among the sights and sounds Down on through the Damascus Gate, Sinking now with all this weight Can I swim free? is it too late? Washed away and built again These walls that house the hopes of men Oh, Jerusalem Walking the Stations of the Cross, The call to prayer at the Farthest Mosque Davening at the Temple-lost I trap the air inside my lungs Climb on all these holy rungs Bite my lips and hold my tongue Climbing up the slippery rock I gulp the air and try to talk My heart upon the chopping block Washed away and built again These walls that house the hopes of men Oh, Jerusalem