Like a teardrop in the desert
soldier shut down in war.
Who'll tell me how things fit together
Where do I belong?

It was a cold november morning,
The outlook has never been so grey.
It was so easy to talk about
And so funny to see you this way.

So please forgive me
Like you always did before.
As you waited such a long time
That [bad word] along
So I close my eyes and wait
For the hole in the sky.