Old Soldier Lyrics

Technology could feed our greed

Through kinder means

And lasting peace crept up on us

like rust on idle machines

Weapon's worth declined to where

They were abandoned in the fields

And I'd have never found old soldier

had I not explored the thorns in which he lay concealed

Grease and art, piece and part

He was restored

By day I worked beneath his shade

At night, I slept aboard

I learned old soldier's form and function

Science now a fire in my hands

This dream delivered to my door

Soon breathed the blue sky though turbofans

Borne across oceans

Riding the wind like a cloud

Or racing through space on a nuclear explosion

On a backdrop of nebular shroud

Technology could feed our greed through kinder means.