Deserters

On the last night of the heatwave before the storm arrived

We sat up on the roof and chewed at our lives

There was a fierce wind gusting and debris flying

And the black trees waving from side to side

Then the thunder roared and down came the rain

If we'd forgotten what was real, while we knew it then

Ah, remember the night

There's a cacophony of voices telling us what to believe

When the press-gang shows it will be time to leave

And let the columns of the righteous pass us by

Take only what we need, keep the powder dry

They only shoot deserters they can find

It's easy to love people that it's easy to make happy

It's harder to love people who are never satisfied

Everything is dividing and loyalties questioned

Sometimes I'm terrified by my own side

Maybe there's other kinds of heroes in these troubled lands

Maybe doubt in the heart, maybe blood of the hands

The young ones all restless, excited to be here

And the old ones say less but laugh the more

So let the columns of the righteous pass us by

Take only what we need, keep the powder dry

They only shoot deserters they can find

And still these mornings I wake up singing

Even if I can't remember why

These mornings I wake up singing

Even if I can't remember why

Take only what we need, keep the powder dry

They only shoot deserters they can find