Far Away Man

Looking through the trees it's like a photograph

A distant summer breeze I'm always living in the past

We stood as one with our guns shooting up a foreign land

Now all I hold is a phone sweaty in a shaky hand

And the lights go down in your eyes

Walking through the sea it's like the wakeup call

Chopper's here check your gear but you know you've done it all before

And the lights go down in your eyes

And the lights go down in your eyes

Far away man far away man I'm a far far far away man