The nurse attended the wounded in a damp moonlight
Some shot through the leg, the chest, the head
And the one's through the head she would close their eyes
With gentle fingers for the very last time

War was a way of life for many before it was televised taboo
We are the real thing now, but we forget how days were
Talk to another with a bigger stick who cannot talk the way you do
Go to their lands and try to change the work that is done with their hands
And pray that the graves not be too shallow or too deep for me and you

Death accepts everyone

Death is not racist
Bigoted
Or money-driven

Death is not choosy

And I saw the way he fell through the rocks when they tossed him over
There was a vigilance in the way he soared through the sky
That told me somehow - maybe in his eyes - that he didn't want to die
I ain't living if I'm not with you, but when were together I'm all torn apart
I'm a wicked man with wicked ways
And I know some day, some way, I'm gonna' pay

Take my letters
Their there on the window sill
See that picture?
That's of me
What I was doing there I can't really see
But take it
Take the letters and the picture
You get outta' here too
And don't let the door hit you

I heard a prayer through the crack of my door
Getting up to see what it was
All I saw in the dark was something move
Some people are born with the groove
And other's are born with something to prove
If I cared once, I care differently now
How young I am doesn't matter
Over the beat of the drum I can still hear the chatter

Goodnight to forgiveness and
Good morning to forgetting