No, there won't be an ambush anytime soon
If the birds are returning, it's safe enough to say that much is true
In the desert that borders between me and you
Where more than a few good men have failed to come back or get through
And the only things living around here don't wanna talk
And the wine isn't working and the vacancy signs are off
The hardships of marching they've only just begun
Love is a country better crossed when you're young
I'm staring in the window of a moving train