I was traveling in a caravan
Out across the desert sand
Fourth battalion of the infantry
Heading in towards the enemy
Or at least that's what they're telling me

Wind blowing across a cross-eyed sun
Shapes moving on the hills
I picture you by a swimming pool
Tell me baby am i still your man
Fighting here in this foreign land, foreign land

I heard nothing but the sound of death
I was pushed through the ground
I woke up on a forest floor
Looking up through a group of men
Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been

Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been
Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been
Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been
Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been