• the old are psychotic from war's long past
    and still the young dream about the sound of a gun blast

    I remember playing a gig, on a school band trip
    And I saw and old man and noticed his bottom lip
    Was trembling, tears welling up in his eyes
    I think it was the first time I ever saw an old man cry

    I always wondered what made him so upset
    So one day I asked someone, it made my heart skip
    They told me that he had probably been shot at so many times,
    His emotions where all ********, and maybe even that he was blind.

    It started to make me think, blink re-think sink deep into thought
    I sought understanding about the real standing about
    The people who came out of those conflicts alive
    And weather they where people, or really just zombies inside.