|
L |
Standing at the window A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea She doesn't see The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings Doesn't hear the engine sing But in the cockpit's techno glow Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine The kid from Cleveland In the comfort of routine Scans his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right or wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs And blue skies and flight flight flight The beauty of military life No questions only orders and flight only flight What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream The eternal child leafs through his War magazine And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in Change into the total entertainment Combat video game And up here in the stands The fans are goin' wild The cheerleaders flip When you wiggle your hip And we all like the bit when you take The jeans from the refrigerator and Then the bad guy gets hit And were you struck by the satisfying Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin Like BB gun days When knives pierce autumn leaves But that's okay see the children bleed It'll look great on the TV And in Tripoli another ordinary wife Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't Time to fix Too busy mixing politics and rhythm In the street belowLate Home Tonight, Part II
Hark the wire service sing Clear the satellite link Check the fax machine Hold the lead story boys There's some great pictures coming in Now the pilot's heartbeat slows Palms dry out No questions only orders And the F-1 glides in nose-up Through the cloudbase and the Ground crew cheers as he puts down His landing gear Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar Back home in Cleveland All the papers and local TV stations Will be calling your ma And the farmer's wife Shoos the cat off the chair She says sit down my dear Was the milking all right Our American friends are late home tonightLick Your Partners
--- instrumental ---Lost Boys Calling
Come hold me now I am not gone I would not leave you here alone In this dead calm beneath the waves I can still hear those lost boys calling You could not speak You were afraid To take the risk of being left again And so you tipped your hat and waved and then You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again And in that street in July When I hear those seabirds cry I hold the child The child in the man The child that we leave behind In my street in July When she hears those seabirds cry She holds the child The child in the man The child that we leave behind The spotlight fades The boys disband The final notes lie mute upon the sand And in the silence of the grave I can still hear those lost boys calling We left them there When they were young The men were gone until the west was won And now there's nothing left but time to kill You never took us fishing, dad, and now you never will And in my street in July When she hears the seabirds cry She holds the child The child in the man The child that we leave behind