Lyrics

So he found his way To the smiling shore A year or two From a strange war The gentle lies To dying eyes A thousand miles of walking Old man talking Last night I heard him shouting in his sleep He doesn't eat Someday in November Every night for forty years My father still remembers For this is his kingdom, his home And his story will lost in the struggle For thou and glory inside him The final solution To no one's problem Friends and lovers in stinking rows Avoiding their eyes Checking their numbers Burning their clothes Soul survivor You wouldn't even see him in a crowd The family man waits in a cube to draw his pension Facing memories of a life He can't bring himself to mention