On the last night of the heatwave before the storm arrived
We sat up on the roof and chewed at our lives
There was a fierce wind gusting and debris flying
And the black trees waving from side to side

Then the thunder roared and down came the rain
If we'd forgotten what was real, while we knew it then
Ah, remember the night
There's a cacophony of voices telling us what to believe
When the press-gang shows it will be time to leave

And let the columns of the righteous pass us by
Take only what we need, keep the powder dry
They only shoot deserters they can find

It's easy to love people that it's easy to make happy
It's harder to love people who are never satisfied
Everything is dividing and loyalties questioned
Sometimes I'm terrified by my own side

Maybe there's other kinds of heroes in these troubled lands
Maybe doubt in the heart, maybe blood of the hands
The young ones all restless, excited to be here
And the old ones say less but laugh the more

So let the columns of the righteous pass us by
Take only what we need, keep the powder dry
They only shoot deserters they can find
And still these mornings I wake up singing
Even if I can't remember why
These mornings I wake up singing
Even if I can't remember why

Take only what we need, keep the powder dry
They only shoot deserters they can find