He never closed his eyes
Or so we theorized
But we were young and bold
And he was mostly old

And his time nearly done...

He came back from a war
On some forgotten shore
And sat and watched the world
And never said a word

And so I asked for one...

Watching, waiting
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone

He turned around and stared into the sun...

He fought for things so clear
And never thought he'd fear
A brother or his child
Or killing having style

Watch the colors run...

Watching, waiting
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone

He turned around and stared into the sun...

And now he only hears
And his eyes they only tear
So tread most carefully
For he's still listening

Watch the colors run...

Watching, waiting
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating hat was yet undone

He turned around and stared into the sun...