Armless chair on a wooden floor
Keys hanging from the kitchen door
Leaves outside are almost green
And you worry about where I've been
And we dance to the peace drum
Like we did when we were young
But we never talk about the loss
of a friend
All my clothes are out to dry
Waving in the wind against the sky
Now we stare into the fire
If you listen you can hear the sparkle choir
And we dance to the peace drum
Like we did when we were young
But we never talk about the loss
of a friend
Ooh, oh against the country
Ooh, oh against the country
Here I am on the street to moderation
Here I am on the road to moderation
Here I am on a war on mother nature