After play practice, sitting together in the early spring sun, sharing a smoke.
A jet fighter roared across the sky, and drowned out the devotions you spoke.
I dreamed of taking your hand into mine, and how soft and warm it would be.
I dreamed of you, and you dreamed of a singer who was born across the sea.
So many things had yet to come, for us and the world; we had something for hope.
We never knew the fire that would come, or all the death with which we’d have to cope.
The jet fighter became distant, it’s roar a dim call against a sky so clear and utterly blue.
I knew not when we were innocent, and with a mischievous angel we blindly flew.
Above the city, on my own, without sleep or peace or even you to dream about,
A jet fighter screams across the night, the war going on, though we’re all wore out.
A song by the singer you once loved plays, and just watch the sky and the city so bright.
I know worse is coming, I know I want only to leave this world, and once again take flight.