Lay down your gun Seems that war is over And the hapless rover Can have some rest Put on your coat ‘Cause the air is chilly It’s October, Billy Dripping on the ground Make no mistake ‘Twas a painful lesson And either Smith or Wesson Couldn’t sort it out Why would you want To carry on a mission The hopeless expedition Into the shade
Whispering a prayer, uttering a moan Wrong was the key or maybe not Still no one took up my melody Trying to lean on someone’s advice Hundreds of tongues invade my ears All of them incomprehensible
Down at the heels We have known the hardships Like the first-built starships Treading in space Do you recall The delight of battle Vaporizing kettle Warming cracked hands Now that you’re gone I’m feeling so bewildered No longer able to heal it No longer fit Where was my heart Is now an empty socket A largely pointless pocket For dribs and drabs
Whispering a prayer, uttering a moan Wrong was the key or maybe not Still no one took up my melody Trying to lean on someone’s advice Hundreds of tongues invade my ears All of them incomprehensible