Tonight the sad army lost another brave soldier
to the arms of a beautiful girl.
How I hate to see a man happy in love
it’s like he’s forgotten the world!
Leaving the drowning to the rain,
we won’t be pounding our fists again
any time soon, the orchestra will be empty.
I’ll be howling at the hollow moon.
I know it was hard for him to say
“I’m staying,” but that’s what he said.
Sure a part of him was a child again
but then part of him was dead.
Now don’t get me wrong by the words to this son
I’m not trying at dying alone,
but it’s a heart breaking, breath taking thing to behold
a man no more on his own!