Green is what I see when I close my eyes, drifting out of 
here 
The colour of the forests and the uniforms and the 
bottles of beer 
Flying in low above the cedar trees through the soaking 
air 
Our voices raised high against the rotor blades and the 
beating of fear 
So long ago 

Green is what I was the last time I saw my family 
I was hungry then for anything and everything 
The world could throw at me 
there 
With half a pound of dope and cigarettes 
For the soldiers on either side 
Of the burning bridge 

They shipped us out but I never went home 
Driving timber on these mountain roads 
You skip a beat and seven years goes by 

Tonight again I'll dream I'm walking across the room in 
the moonlight 
I?ll throw the windows open wide, smell the falling dew 
outside 
Climb out onto the roof, close my eyes 
And I'll begin to fly