Found her in a small cafe
Happen to be on that day
To watch you go by
Came to pass that we shall be
Early signs of victory
From out of their eyes
If you lay your guns to the ground
Feel the way of coming down
Fall from your mind
Something that I ought to see
Take away the pain of day
I'm leading the plan
Old man drifting
Won't you carry me out
Of this place
Found her in a small cafe
Happen to be on that day
To write it all down
As it fell upon the floor
You thought of all that's gone before
They went to the ground
Old man drifting
Won't you carry me out
Of this place
Why dirt is rising to the sun of your God
Given grace
Through the sun of God
Given grace