One, two, one, two, three, four.
At close range,
you can't see loyalty
that settles by
the corner of your eye.
The song sings out warnings
carried by the westerly
to assure you'll never see it in the uncertain future.
Carry the torch,
I know it's there,
like a rewarding shine and glare.
Go to the city two by two.
Ain't gonna go,
that fool of a war,
ain't gonna go,
that fool of a war,
ain't gonna go.
Go to the city, call it by name.
Are you gonna free me,
oh trouble,
are you gonna free me,
oh trouble,
is it gonna go?
A young love,
a new crash,
where's gone,
where,
where,
you're charming in despair.
The sun reads like hollow warnings,
point your finger,
point at me,
like a compass to
the city
and me, a sight to future.
Go to the city two by two.
Are you gonna go,
that fool of a war, ain't gonna go, that fool
of a war, ain't gonna go.
Go to the city, call it by name.
Are you gonna free me, oh
trouble,
are you gonna free me,
oh trouble,
are you gonna go?
That fool of a war, ain't
gonna go,
that fool of a war,
ain't gonna free me,
oh trouble,
are you gonna free me,
oh trouble, you're gonna go.
Go to the city two by two.
Are you gonna go, that fool of
a war,
ain't gonna go,
that fool of a war,
ain't gonna go.
Go to the city, call it by
name.
Are you gonna free me,
oh trouble,
are you gonna free me,
oh trouble,
are you gonna
go?
Go to the city two by two.
You're gonna free me,
oh war,
ain't gonna free me,
oh war,
ain't gonna go.