April morning summer come soon Clouds follow after Morning sun is hidden by noon Day shrouded over Tears to face the morning news We watch our future burn And wonder if we'll ever learn That words can save us
War in Broken Promise Land Fame fear and gunfire Cowboy culture blood on its hands Flag fuel and empire Bit parts for shooting stars Above the dying trees No-one looking up to see How words can save us
Number one Favourite son One more outsider Army drops its cluster bombs Boy sees his future World are you listening now? This fool just had his day Who'll be brave enough to say That words can save us?