I feel the wind across my face
I see a proud man fall from grace
I've heard this battle's worth the blood
I see chariots of dust
I see a mighty army fall
A million immigrants step ashore
With simple songs of hope
Not simple songs of war
It all becomes clear from up here
I can hear my words returning
We are nothing more than passengers here
Voice of velvet, hands of steel
Inside the dens of buccaneers
They say, "Beware a bomber's moon"
From the River Jordan to the sea
We blast away the earth, the crust
While collar boom, blue collar bust
I see wheat fields full of fire
Free men become hostages must
It all becomes clear from up here
I can hear my words returning
We are nothing more than passengers here
The gods are all emerging
It all becomes clear from up here
We've less to lose than we imagined
We are nothing more than passengers here