When I look back on the careful planning
It takes a life just to get it here
Safe and sound in the middle of war
I can't help but think of paratroopers
Dropping out of the night
Across enemy lines
In the old newsreels
Which makes me think
Of seeds falling into the dark
Fields of summer
The moon just where
We planned it to be
And just one more town
To loot and burn
Before peace returns
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