They say that the skies of Lebanon are burning
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat
They show the pictures on the television
Women and children dying in your streets
Now we're still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future through the past
Still trying to care tomorrow from a tombstone
But hey! 
Don't listen to me!

This wasn't meant to be, no sad song
We've heard too much of that before
Right now I only wanna be here with you
'Til the morning dew comes falling
I wanna take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when the sun gonna round
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

They're raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into glory
But hey! 
Don't listen to me!

This wasn't meant to be, no sad song
I saw too much of that before
Right now I only wanna be here with you
'Til the morning dew comes falling
I wanna take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when the sun gonna round
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean

Now I know us plain folks don't see all this story
I know that these loves just copping out
I guess these young boys dying in the ditches
Is just what being free is all about
Its twisted wreckage down on Main Street
Will bring us all together in the end
And we'll go marching down the road to freedom
Freedom
Freedom