man behind
 

We used to race across the field

behind the house

down the alley

past the vacant lot

where the old lady went crazy

and burnt herself up

we found a gold watch

and a tin cup

Though the watch had stopped

it still kept deadman's time

we made ourselves a vow

to never leave a man behind

enemy lines

We refought

the Second

World War

tiptoed through

the minefields

and we turned our bikes into panzer tanks

and you were always the Desert Fox
Though the watch had stopped . . .
 

That vacant lot's vacant today

but there's still a gang

of kids who play

I only get to see you

now and then

but you're still my first

and oldest friend
Though the watch had stopped . . .
 

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