When All Is Said And Done

 

Here’s to us
one more toast
and then we’ll pay the bill
deep inside
both of us
can feel the autumn chill
birds of passage
you and me
we fly instinctively

When the summer’s over
and the dark clouds hide the sun

neither you nor I’m to blame

when all is said and done

In our lives
we have walked
some strange and lonely treks
slightly worn
but dignified
and not too old for sex

we’re still striving for the sky
no taste for humble pie

Thanks for all your generous love
and thanks for all the fun
neither you nor I’m to blame
when all is said and done

It’s so strange
when you’re down
and lying on the floor
how you rise
shake your head
get up and ask for more
clear-headed and open-eyed
with nothing left untried

Standing calmly at the crossroads
no desire to run
there’s no hurry any more
when all is said and done

 

Standing calmly at the crossroads
no desire to run
there’s no hurry any more
when all is said and done

 

 

Soldiers

 

Do I hear what I think I’m hearing
do I see the signs I think I see
or is this just fantasy
is it true that the beast is waking
stirring in his restless sleep tonight
in the pale moonlight
in the grip of this cold December
you and I have reason to remember

Soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I don’t sing
they blow their horns
and march along
they drum their drums
and look so strong
you’d think that nothing
in the world was wrong
soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I won’t sing
let’s not look the other way
taking a chance
’cause if the bugler starts to play
we too must dance

What’s that sound
what’s that dreadful rumble
won’t somebody tell me what I hear
in the distance but drawing near
is it only a storm approaching
all that thunder and the blinding light
in the winter night
in the grip of this cold December
you and I have reason to remember

Soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I don’t sing
they blow their horns
and march along
they drum their drums
and look so strong
you’d think that nothing
in the world was wrong
soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I won’t sing
let’s not look the other way
taking a chance
’cause if the bugler starts to play
we too must dance

 

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