I look out to the fields 
Where blood is shed upon the ground 
I breathe in, breathe out 
Change the channel, mute the sound 
I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head 
Stomach's reeling at the thought of all those (human beings dead) 

I breathe in, breathe out 
I'm going to an interview 
About a song, three minutes long 
I just need something to do 
Especially when my dearest friend
Was sent to cover Kosovo 
His last assignment brought a bullet 
And now he's gone, he's gone 

Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down 
Should I put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground 
I need the Ghost to breathe a Northern Gale tonight
'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed 

I packed his books up, left the office
Went to tell the wife the news
She fell in shock, the baby kicked,
And shed a tear inside the womb
I breathed in, I breathed out,
Soaked the gound up with my eyes
It's hard to say a healing word
When your tongue is paralyzed

Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down 
Should I put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground 
God give me strength to pray that You will set things right 
'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed