in the last days of the war
when the sun's been covered up
by angels falling from the sky
we'll gather ourselves up
and kiss our lovers on the cheek
and say our last goodbyes
I don't know when I'm coming back
just that I can't cry
these angels track you by your fear of god or when you're low
they hunt you til you beg
for mercy on your soul
they dip their wings into your tears then tear across the plains
I'd pray that I could touch you
but I'd give myself away
I've hardened myself up against emotional displays
we've got this thing to do
we've got responsibilities
we'll ride cross the country
we'll eat when we get there
we'll sing where we're needed
we'll rock just as hard as we can
in the last days of the war
we'll entertain the troops
with our hypnotic ragtime loops
we'll rebuild their morale
with our guitars strapped to our backs
we'll play from town to town
toting keys and drum machines
we'll shake the system down
I say I love you til I die
it doesn't mean much now
when you're wading through a sea
of feathers on the ground
while dreaming of your body
lying there beneath the sheets
we'll swing to the momentum
of our cacaphonic beats
and pick our way across this landscape
made of snow and sleet
in this place are all the things
I hope you never see
so we'll keep on playing
until our fingers start to rust,
our eyes they glaze over,
our hearts turn to dust
we'll ride cross the country
we'll eat when we get there
we'll sing where we're needed
we'll rock just as hard as we can