So he found his way
To the smiling shore
A year or two
From a strange war

The gentle lies
To dying eyes
A thousand miles of walking
Old man talking
Last night I heard him shouting in his sleep
He doesn't eat
Someday in November
Every night for forty years

My father still remembers
For this is his kingdom, his home
And his story will lost in the struggle
For thou and glory inside him

The final solution
To no one's problem
Friends and lovers in stinking rows
Avoiding their eyes
Checking their numbers
Burning their clothes
Soul survivor
You wouldn't even see him in a crowd
The family man waits in a cube to draw his pension
Facing memories of a life
He can't bring himself to mention