Soldier is turning,
see him through white lights,
running from strangers.
See you in the valley,
war upon war,
heat upon heat.
To cut a long story short, I lost my mind.
Sitting on a park bench,
years away from fighting.
Oh, to cut a long story short, I lost my mind.
Standing in the dark,
I was waiting for the man to come.
I am
beautiful and clean and
I feel very,
very odd to be standing in the street,
to be taken by someone.
Standing in the dark,
I was waiting for the man to come.
I am beautiful and clean and so very,
very odd to be standing in the street,
to be taken by someone.
Questions, questions,
oh, give me no answers.
It's all they ever give me.
Questions, questions,
oh,
look at this strange boy.
Finds it hard existing.
To cut a long story short, I lost my mind.
To cut a long story short, I lost my mind.