Over There

Posted on | September 18, 2005 | No Comments

The day is coming,
Drums are drumming,
If you know one say a prayer.
Mothers crying,
Fathers sighing,
War is in the air.
Trains filling up with boys,
Who have left behind,
Their favorite toys,
They’re going over there.
Someone has to die (over there, over there),
It’s not our job to reason why (over there, over there),
O someone has to die.