| The American situation |
| Is on our minds again |
| And I don’t know if I’ve been here before |
| We would try to go to sleep |
| But we’re running around in circles |
| For fear of falling down we can’t get up And I wait for the morning light |
| To burn away the slings and arrows |
| Flying through the night |
| And I am home |
| But I am not a man |
| They will try to take the things |
| That you can’t hold down with your hands |
| So hold them down |
| A war across an ocean |
| Is like a dream from which you’ve woken |
| If you don’t like what you see |
| Then go to sleep |
| But the smell of smoke is in your hair |
| And your heavy heart is always there |
| It’s always there |
| It’s always there |
| It’s always there |
| And I wait for the morning light |
| To burn away the slings and arrows |
| Flying through the night |
| And I am home |
| But I am not a man |
| They will try to take your crown |
| If you can’t hold it down |
| In the darkness of the winter time |
| I will try to take you home |
| In the long grass of evening time |
| And I wait for the morning light |
| To burn away the slings and arrows |
| Flying through the night |
| And we must wait for this to pass us by And I will try to close my eyes |
| I will try to close my eyes |
| And I wait for the morning light |
| To burn away the slings and arrows |
| Flying through the night |
| And I am home |
| But I am not a man |
| I will try to take you home |
| If you can’t hold it down |
| So hold it down |
| So hold it down |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |