The Hero's Return
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.When I was their age all the lights went out.There was no time to whine or mope about.And even now part of me flies overDresden at angels one five.Though they'll never fathom it behind mySarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.And there is something that I've locked awayA memory that is too painfulTo withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners andFlags hung on everyone's door.We danced and we sang in the street andThe church bells rang.But burning in my heartMy memory smolders onOf the gunners' dying words on the intercom.